Wren found himself restrained and carried out of the house by the two large firemen. “They’re still in there,” he yelled.
The guys managed to drag him off the deck, away from the thick smoke, and down to the rigs that were still working overtime to let loose streams of water. He wrestled and cried out when each move led to a deep gut wrenching agony that nearly had him vomiting. He tore his mask off and yelled, “We need to go back.”
“Wren,” his lieutenant shouted, coming up to him, his jaw tense, eyes filled with sadness, he turned him to face the fire again. It no longer resembled a house, just a pile of burning rubble. “There’s nothing else we can do.”
~ Above is an excerpt from my WIP, Lost in the Fire (Firehouse Six, Book #5).
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