- 1. Bussing x
- 3.Breathe x
- 4.Band x
Becky could hardly breathe through the thick smoke that filled the small restaurant and bar. Becky had been busy bussing tables when the first smoke first appeared. It had been busy that night with lots of people showing to hear the new upstart. A small, local, band.
At first she, in fact everyone at the bar, thought that the smoke was just a prop for the band that was playing that night. It wasn’t until thick noxious smoke started filling the air that everyone realized there was something very wrong.
Crawling on her hands and knees, Becky made her way towards where she knew the front entrance to be. Having worked in the same restaurant years, since she was 14 years old, she knew the place inside and out like the back of her hand. One hand in front of the other she crawled trying to keep her breathes shallow so that she would breathe in as little of the smoke as possible.
Becky nearly let out a blood curdling scream as her hand contacted something soft and yielding. It took a moment for her to realize it was a human body that she had come across. When there was no immediate movement, her first thought was that the person had to be dead. But instinct kicked in propping her to give a bit of a shake and yell out, “Hey, are you okay?” She could barely make out the muffled response, decidedly male, but a response there was.
“We need to get out of here,” Becky said. “Do you think you can move if I help you?” There was a response to the affirmative.”I just lost my way in the smoke.” There was an air of disgust behind the words as if the person saying them was irritated by the fact that he dared get himself lost in a restaurant that was filled with thick smoke getting blacker by the minute. “Come on, I’ll help you. Follow my voice,” Becky instructed.
Becky and the unknown man, whom she now recognized as being a fairly recent regular at the small restaurant, that had been following her took large gasping breathes of fresh air, having managed to get out of the restaurant. off in the distance she could see members of the local fire brigade, a volunteer group, just beginning to arrive. To her surprise the man that she had just helped to get out of the restaurant was bouncing to his feet, albeit a bit unsteadily as he had another bout of a coughing fit. Becky was momentarily overcome with another coughing fit of her own. She caught the guy heading towards the group of volunteers. She now recognized that she was a member of a nearby paid fire department that worked closely with the volunteer brigade…
“Well that explained a lot.” Becky thought, thinking of his disgust at finding himself disoriented inside smoke filled restaurant.
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