The Forest Fire
Montāžas Teksta
- THOMP
- My first impulse is to scramble from the tree, but I'm belted in. Somehow my fumbling fingers release the buckle and I fall to the ground in a heap..." PG. 172
- In a matter of minutes, my throat and nose are burning. The coughing soon begins soon after and my lungs begin to feel as if they are being cooked. (..) I manage to take cover under a stone outcropping just as the vomiting begins." PG. 173
- PFHHH
- "The flames that bear down on me have an unnatural height, a uniformity that marks them as human-made, machine-made, Gamemaker-made." PG. 173
- "The world had transformed to flame and smoke." PG. 172
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- I hurdle over a burning log. Not high enough. The tail end of my jacket catches on fire." PG. 173
- "A few hours later, the stampede of feet shakes me from slumber. I look around in bewilderment. It's not yet dawn, but my stinging eyes can see it." Pg. 171
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- "(...) when the first fireball blasts into the rock about two feet from my head. I spring out from under my ledge, energized by renewed fear." PG. 174
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