fire in the taco bell.
SO.
I came home from work and took a nap. I awoke up to the sound of alarms going off and thought, hm, I must've set the alarm for earlier than I thought. Only this wasn't my alarm clock, it was the fire alarm which has gone off a few times before. I ignored it (we live in an old building where it goes off for no reason) until I saw smoke coming in from under my door. I opened my door and was hit by a blast of smoke so powerful that I couldn't breathe/see. Yelled for my roommates, no one answered.
BOLTED to the living room through the smoke(slamming into an opened door), didn't see anyone. Figured I should get outside. Thought about looking for Laura's cat, decided against it. I somehow got downstairs, only to have the exit blocked by FLAMES shooting out of the first floor apartment. NOW I really began to panic, as that's the only way out. I screamed for help just as the girl(Sara) who lives in the basement came upstairs, also screaming for help. I decided our best bet was to go back to my room and go out through my window, down the fire escape. By now the smoke was so thick that I was having trouble breathing, and this bitch wouldn't stop screaming for me to help her. I grabbed her hand and led her back up the three flights of stairs, into my room, and out the window. I cut my foot on the fire escape.
So we climb three stories down the ladder (I am clad in boxers and a t-shirt, mind you) as the fire trucks are FINALLY starting to arrive. We are helped down to the ground by a hot as fuck young firefighter (this fact does not escape me even though I am still quite concerned for my safety). So, long story short, the braintrust in the first floor apartment spilled oil or something and the carpet caught fire. Bye Bye first-floor apartment.
Well, I'm going to go get food and then do some copyediting. Happy Father's Day.
I came home from work and took a nap. I awoke up to the sound of alarms going off and thought, hm, I must've set the alarm for earlier than I thought. Only this wasn't my alarm clock, it was the fire alarm which has gone off a few times before. I ignored it (we live in an old building where it goes off for no reason) until I saw smoke coming in from under my door. I opened my door and was hit by a blast of smoke so powerful that I couldn't breathe/see. Yelled for my roommates, no one answered.
BOLTED to the living room through the smoke(slamming into an opened door), didn't see anyone. Figured I should get outside. Thought about looking for Laura's cat, decided against it. I somehow got downstairs, only to have the exit blocked by FLAMES shooting out of the first floor apartment. NOW I really began to panic, as that's the only way out. I screamed for help just as the girl(Sara) who lives in the basement came upstairs, also screaming for help. I decided our best bet was to go back to my room and go out through my window, down the fire escape. By now the smoke was so thick that I was having trouble breathing, and this bitch wouldn't stop screaming for me to help her. I grabbed her hand and led her back up the three flights of stairs, into my room, and out the window. I cut my foot on the fire escape.
So we climb three stories down the ladder (I am clad in boxers and a t-shirt, mind you) as the fire trucks are FINALLY starting to arrive. We are helped down to the ground by a hot as fuck young firefighter (this fact does not escape me even though I am still quite concerned for my safety). So, long story short, the braintrust in the first floor apartment spilled oil or something and the carpet caught fire. Bye Bye first-floor apartment.
Well, I'm going to go get food and then do some copyediting. Happy Father's Day.