A scream echoes outwardly.

A small, old stone building, at the center of this Mediterranean town, is the origin of the city-wide fire. A fireworks accident set the town ablaze.

I turn my head torwards the sound, but hands push me forward.

Overwhelming heat envelops me, inhibiting my ability to think clearly. Sweat drips down my face. The flames lick at my skin, smoke filling my airways. Coughing, tears leak out of my eyes, the black smoke the only thing around me.

I stumble out of the-what used to be-building. I am being tossed around as frantic, crying bodies slam into each other, desperately trying to escape the havoc. I try to push words out of my mouth, but no sound is audible. I am trembling, unable to inhale any air.

Someone shoves me to the ground, my head bouncing on the stone path similarly to a basketball. Pain erupts through my body as I am finally able to scream.

I hear a distant siren, my surroundings growing fuzzy after lack of oxygen.

My eyes dart to the left, landing on a crying child staring at the burning building. Flames are brutally reflected out of the kids wide eyes. Just before my eyes close, finally surrendering, I see flickering red and orange consuming the pools of those torturous eyes.