Simon was tapping at his phone screen when it happened - his texts to Ava were no longer going through, and he was becoming frustrated. What if his friend did something bad and lost control? What if he did? The two of them were gas-soaked rags in a fire in their respective shelters. At least speaking to someone with the same problem made him feel less alone, perhaps have a modicum more of vital self control.
But then the actual fire happened - Simon noticed it too late, as he was focused only on his own misfortune. It happened in an instant , and then all of a sudden there was a fire. Someone else was surrounded by the flames that quickly spread, and Simon moved to grab them by the back of their jacket and jerk them back. Meanwhile, he heard a sound of frustration from behind him, and he turned. The scent of blood almost sent his head spinning, but there was no way he could let that get the better of him now.
“What do you need help with?” He asked, trying not to sound as panicked as he felt.