Coughing and gagging because of the stench the young man sat up pating frantically and checked himself. Putting his orange t-shirt over his nose he breathed in to compose himself. "Ten fingers ten toes, still black and I can see past my nose..." the only thing that's not normal is the black flames tattooed on my arm.

     Transfixed by the flames seemingly dancing on his arm his breathing grew ragged as he remembered how he died engulfed in flames. Something strange was coming over him his vision grew darker as the flames seemingly danced more intensely when... SMACK! A large hand fell on his back. "Are you ok?" The man asked, testing wether or not a conversation was possible. "My name is Alan what's yours?" 

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     Snapping out of it I looked at him. Alan was a bigger guy not particularly muscular but he was tall if he wasnt he was nearing 6" as he helped me up I noticed he was dressed in a lot of protective gear. "My name is Sam, you're a fire fighter?

"Yes do you remember what happened," Alan asked I nod but I dont want to remember. I close my eyes and take another breath to compose my self but it stinks.

     "WHAT THE FUCK!?! WHAT THE FUCK!?! WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!?!" Another man begins to freak out gripping his own arm in the center of a crowd. Others are trying to calm him down as the temperature in the cave begins to increase. A young lady hushes the crowd with a singular statement. 

     "Shut up, they're getting closer." She hisses and the cave grew silent while the violent sounds outside grew louder everyone inside grew quite.