It was her fault that she came to this stupid event –– she should have known that she was going to find herself in a less than appealing situation. As soon as the fire started, everyone scattered in a panic. It was like they were roaches being hit with a flashlight. But Emmy herself couldn’t outrun the stampede of frantic civilians. As people pushed her down and got the hell out of dodge, she felt a blinding pain coming from her leg. She did her best to keep her head down as people kept running over her, people hitting her torso, stepping on her knee, not caring that she was stranded on the dirt floor. As the fire spread, the structure of the tent started to collapse, suddenly a heave steal beam came falling down, trapping her legs underneath it. A heavy scream left her lips, the pain trapping her right where she sat but with fog clouding the tent, she knew she had to do something and it was evident that no one was going to help –– no matter the pleas. Emmy did her best to push the beam off her leg, ignoring the aching pain that rushed through her body, just waiting on someone to help her.