The fire alarm screams like a banshee, echoing off the crumbling walls. Smoke curls in thick, choking ribbons, burning your eyes and making it hard to breathe. You stumble over fallen beams, the heat prickling your skin, and somewhere above the roar of chaos, you know Eddie is there. Buck’s voice cuts through the haze, harsh and clipped. “Y/N! Stay low! Keep moving!” You twist, trying to see through the dust, and Owen shouts something back, but the words are lost in the din of crashing plaster and screaming alarms. Your chest pounds like it’s about to burst. He’s in there. He’s in there. Then the building groans — low, deep, a warning that makes your stomach knot. You freeze. The walls shiver. Dust rains down in tiny showers. Your foot catches on rubble and you fall hard, scraping your hands. Coughing, you push yourself upright, vision blurred, heart racing. And then… a chunk of ceiling gives way, tumbling toward the floor. You barely dive to the side in time, coughing violently as clouds of plaster choke the hall. “EDDIE!” you scream, voice raw, but the smoke swallows your words. Your ears ring. The floor quakes under your weight. Another crash shakes the hallway. The walls seem ready to collapse at any second. Your throat burns. Your chest tightens. You crawl forward, hands scraping over debris, calling his name again. And under your breath, trembling from fear, you mumble: “Eddie…” Everything goes quiet for a split second. And then — a low, ominous rumble shakes the building, louder than before. Dust and small rocks cascade around you. Your vision narrows to a pinpoint. Heart hammering. Breath caught in your throat.

You don’t know if he’s ahead of you. You don’t know if he’s alive. All you know is his name on your lips as the hallway shakes violently, and the next second the ceiling groans louder than anything you’ve ever heard.