'Smoke... Smoke... Why do I smell smoke...?'
These thoughts crossed a young man's mind. As he regained his consciousness, the young boy, barely in to a decade of life, began to sense other sensations.
The feeling of heat, the sound of crackling flames...
That could only mean...
The young man shot awake, realizing that smoke filled his small room. He leapt out of his bed, running to the door of his room. He grabbed for the handle, which sizzled as his flesh was burned. He retracted his hand as fast as his body would allow, adrenaline kicking in as he racked his brain for a solution. Without a second thought, he went with the first idea that came to mind: Knocking over the door.
Once with his shoulder, then twice, and finally with a stiff kick. The door, weakened somehow, crashed open, revealing the burning hellscape unfolding before his eyes.
He turned to the direction where the Church Father's office and living quarters would be, only having just enough time