Mi Ran
Mi Ran surveyed her surroundings. At first glance there didn’t seem to be a good clear path through the fire. Unless… There was A path, shaky and moaning as it was. Concern flashed across her brow. “Please tell me that’s not our way out.”
Ashika
The hot air was pushing wind through the narrow street, and Ashika could hear the sand falling out of the hourglass.
“It won’t be if we stay here much longer— come on!” He tightened his face mask and started jogging towards the burning bamboo corridor. “Find something to cover your nose and mouth,” he said, “There are things burning that should not be burned, and we can’t afford to slow down in there!”
He paused at the entrance, squinting. Just a few hundred feet, a turn, a quick sprint, then they would reach the docks. He glanced over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Alma
Alma simply ripped off one of her sleeves and tore it up to be used as a cover, quickly following Ashika, but also keeping an eye on their new companion. They would have to be fast and agile. That she could do, she thought. But still… she could feel her pulse speeding up.
“Nope,” she answered in all honesty, “but it’s now or never.”
