Chris screams. She screams for her sisters and her parents. She screams at the flames that are rising around her.
She can't see. She can barely hear. She did not know fire could be this loud.
She drops low, lying on her stomach. Even here, there is not enough air. She coughs and gags and coughs, trying to get the smoke out of her throat.
Where are they? Where is the window? She screams for them again, running out of air halfway through.
She is going to die. They are all going to die.