YIREN'S POV
FIRE!
SMOKE!
That's what I see from a distance as I drive toward the lake project, massive clouds of smoke billowing in the air. My heart sinks as the sight grows closer. I immediately call the fire department. I'm not sure if anyone else has called them, but I don't see any fire trucks on my way here. Panic starts to settle in my chest as I pull up.
I jump out of the car, people running in all directions, screaming, coughing... The heat of the fire hits me first, then the thick, choking smoke. My throat tightens as I force myself to keep moving forward.
I sprint toward the main building, where I see one of my workers dragging someone out of the building. I check the pulse, he is alive. "Is everyone out?" I ask desperately, my voice shaking. Please, God, say yes.
"No," he coughs, his voice strained. "Many are trapped... cough... on the third floor. But the stairs are badly on fire." My heart sinks even further.