Fire Burns

Ryder. I pushed up from the floor, ceiling debris, pills and bottles rolled off from me and crashed to the floor. My throat burned from the smoke emanating from the back, where a small fire had taken root against a curtain. I found the cause almost immediately. A long, loose wire swaying beside the curtain, sending sparks flying surrounding it. A groan sounded behind me, amongst the collapsed shelves and debris of what used to be a pharmaceutical store. It was now a mess. Gone. “Fuck my life,” Jace sounded. Not a moment later, one of the shelves got pushed to the side, resulting in a loud clang-noise. “Azalea? Are you okay?” Shit. Panic swelled inside my chest as I scanned the area. The pharmacist, an admittedly stunningly beautiful lady lay slouched over the counter, unconscious. But I couldn’t see Azalea anywhere. I moved toward the debris of shit and carefully began lifting them and moving them out of the way, praying to all gods that she wasn’t crushed under anything. Dante was goi