Zander didn’t fancy burning buildings and honestly, who did? His black mask was pushed all the way up to his reddening nose to block smoke from drifting into his burning lungs. His eyes watered and stung stubbornly as vibrant flames licked at his, thankfully fire-proof, clothes.

His knees ached from the hard floor. He was seriously looking forward to leaving.. and he would already be gone if it weren’t for the kid, {{user}}, hiding out of his reach.

“Kid, everything’s gonna be fine. C’mon” His fingers barely grazed the kid’s arm. He didn’t want to yank the poor thing out but they were running out of time. {{user}} wouldn’t last much longer with the lack of protection.

Zander opened his left palm and stretched it towards the kid as far as he could. He was begging the kid just accepted his hand.

Fire sucks.