arc two: j o r d o n t e r r e l l ; f i r e
Heat. That’s all Jordon felt as he pushed open an undamaged window of the abandon building and rushed down the fire escape. He only turned around look up at the building once his feet were planted firmly on the ground. Flames peeked the through some of shattered windows, licking the old siding of the once habitable apartment complex. Fire engines could be heard a block over, meaning one of the city dwellers nearby saw the smoke. Out of fear, Jordon’s eyes locked onto an allyway and he slipped into it, on his way back home. Jordon had found this building last year and since then it had been his own secret grotto. Today, like every other Saturday, Jordon found himself throwing his hacky sack at one of the non-collapsed walls when he had stubbed his toe on a piece of fallen support beam. Curses spewed from his mouth as he threw the hacky sack down to the floor. To his surprise, he watched as the piece of cloth lit mid-air and hit the very thing he injured himself on. To his horror, the bean bag seemed to become engulfed in flames by the second, igniting the piece of wood rather quickly. That’s when he made the choice to get out of there.