This is me. 6 1/2 months old. 90% of my frail, ghostly skin is covered in third-degree burns. Not minor burns, major burns. My body is already lifeless. The thick smog is closing up my lungs, I can feel the life leaving me. But I can still feel the orange, yellow and blue flames lick my limbs.
91%. 92%.....
Suddenly fresh air fills my fragile lungs. Opening my eyes I frantically search for my mum and dad, not over there, or there. I cry out for them.
I become aware of the arms gently cradling me. An oxygen mask is placed over me mouth and I am able to breath better. I feel warm fingers graze over my raw, blistered body. A males voice shouts an order at the rest of the men. My eyes feel heavy...
I close them once, but I know no more.
