Jennifer woke to the sound of an explosion outside her bedroom window. Thinking it was an earthquake Jennifer jumped from her bed and she ran into the bathroom to hide in the tub. The entire apartment building shook with the blast. Car alarms whistled and blared up a down the city streets. Jennifer lay curled up in her tub for what felt like an eternity. Smoke began to curl and twist across the ceiling, the black smoke stunk of chemicals. Soaking a nearby towel with cold water, she covered her mouth and nose. Jennifer knew she had to leave the building if it was on fire, she was 34 stories up. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears as she bounded down the stairwell. The building rocked again sending pieces of plaster and concrete raining down on top of her.
She had only made it ten stories down when a door burst open filling the stairwell with the black, sticky smoke. A man consumed by flames ran across the landing and tumbled down the flight of steps his screaming ended abruptly with a sharp crack. He laid in a burning crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, his skin crackling and splitting, like a hotdog cooked too long over a fire.