The Black Smoke

The putrid black smoke filled the free way. No one could see anything. They couldn’t even see their hand right in front of their faces. They just sat there as they squeal and wail hoping someone would catch her attention. Two men climb from their cars walking blindly through the black smoke just trying to find an exit. Their eyes and lungs burnt like fire burned paper. They clawed and reached to find something to grab a hold of until reach the fence.

“I found a fence! We can hop it!” Bill cried.

“Alright lets-“ Tommie was cut off by the bloody cries pleading for help.

“Help me! Someone help me please!” They looked at each other faced with a life or death decision. They knew what they had to do. They walked into the smoke yelling back to who sounded to be a teenage girl, “Where are you?” They pleaded, “Come towards us!” All they could see was the darkness and pure black. Trudging through the black smoke they followed the girl’s blood curdling yelps as they came to a car set on fire. The driver’s side door had been melted shut. The car was a ticking time bomb. Immediately the men sprung into action, heaving at the passenger side door.

“It’s not budging!” Tommie cried yanking at the door. “Help me!”

“Okay, pull on the count of three as hard as you can! One… Two… Three!” Bill screamed heaving at the door.

“It’s still not budging!”Tommie cried, “It’s useless! We’re too weak to do anything!” Bill could read Tommie’s eyes like a young child’s book.

“We can do this.” Bill exclaimed, “Heave!” The door flung open and Bill shot his arm through the doorway of the car, pulling the teenage girl out. The girl clasped Bill’s arm, there was no way that she would ever let go. Guiding her to the fence they climbed over and a surge of emotion came over them. The girl had bleached blonde hair, and her blue sunglasses had begun melting to the bridge of her nose. She peered over the rim of her glasses and her eyes blue as the sparkling blue lagoons were read as her tears poured down her face in relief and gratitude.

“Thank- Thank- Thank-you so much…” the girl said shaken by the horror that had struck. “My-my name is Angelina. I- I’m seventeen years old.” She said bawling. The men clasped her in their arms speechless and their energy spread between each other just as they heard the explosion. They looked back at the bursting flames watching the scrap metal of the car fall to the ground like meteorites that could have finished them all. The girl began to cry harder, as the ambulance found them and took them away.