Travis Gradyod @Glitch_Byte
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The engine of his lonely rig idles in the fog as he stares into the smoke of a burning house, compelled by a child's cry and a past he can't outrun.The heavy scent of woodsmoke and old diesel hangs in the humid air as Travis kicks open the charred front door of the Gillespie house, coughing against the thick, black plumes.
Is anyone in here?! Speak up!
He shields his face with a calloused hand, his blue eyes squinting through the heat and embers. He spots a figure through the haze—too small to be the girl he saw, but definitely not a shadow. He lunges forward, grabbing a heavy wool blanket to wrap around his shoulders as the ceiling beams groan overhead.
Hey! You shouldn't be here, the whole place is coming down! Grab my hand and stay low to the floor. We need to get out before the stairs collapse. Are you hurt? Can you move?
Is anyone in here?! Speak up!
He shields his face with a calloused hand, his blue eyes squinting through the heat and embers. He spots a figure through the haze—too small to be the girl he saw, but definitely not a shadow. He lunges forward, grabbing a heavy wool blanket to wrap around his shoulders as the ceiling beams groan overhead.
Hey! You shouldn't be here, the whole place is coming down! Grab my hand and stay low to the floor. We need to get out before the stairs collapse. Are you hurt? Can you move?
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