I stared in horror at the atrocities I was facing. Smoke billowed from the flames erupting from the ventilation ducts and had blocked most of the simulated sunlight over the artificial field. Not one building was safe from the fire that roared louder than I thought possible. The only thing that could be heard above the fire were the screams. Hundreds of people crying out in pain, fear, and grief. I could feel the power of their agony. I fell to my knees and covered my ears, tears streaming down my face.
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Xamber: The Plan
"I've got it!"
I startled awake when Kolyver excitedly sat across from me at the table. I glanced down at my unfinished toast, pushing it away with a sigh.
Kolyver frowned, their excitement momentarily forgotten. "You okay, Xam?"
I shrugged. "Everything tastes like ashes."
"Gross."
"You can say that again."
My friend grinned at me. "Gross."
I rolled my eyes, but their bad joke made me smile. "What is it that you've got, Kol?"
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"Alright, you have all been separated into groups depending on what you will be doing to help the efforts. The local authorities have kindly lent us some of their supervisory staff so we can cover more ground. Care package creators will go with Supervisor Coleman. Shelter assistants will go with Supervisor Andrews. The survivor intakers will go with me."
My friends and I stood to the side and watched as all the other students separated into their groups. Instructor Evans gave his group some basic instructions before sending them on their way to their living quarters. He made his way toward us with a vaguely sour look.
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I finished putting on my safety gear, making sure my breathing mask was in place before following the others from our living quarters. I was thankful the mask filtered most of the smoke smell from the air. Most but not all. At least it was enough to keep me from having another flashback.
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The smell of smoke in the ventilation shafts was too intense for our masks to block out as much as they had outside. It was a little hard to soothe my anxiety when I couldn't breathe deeply without the smell of smoke ramping up my anxiety again. I could see the worry growing on Mae's face. I knew she would see through any attempt I would make to put on a brave act, so I didn't bother.
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