house fire

2022-02-27

There was a house fire and we were all taking turns trying to put out the fire.

We didn’t really have any protective gear other than long pants, KN95 masks, and some safety goggles to keep the smoke out of our eyes.

Initially I stood in the doorway spraying some zombie dogs as they walked past the doorway on fire.

Then it seemed most of the fire was put out, so we went inside to make sure everything was okay.

As I was touching doorknobs and opening doors, I realized that I was in The House¹ after opening a three-quarter sized door that looked as though it lead into the backrooms. I was lucid enough at the time to recognize what was going on, and decided to get the heck out of there, so I retreated back to the kitchen where one of my fellow volunteer firefighters was looking through the cabinets, and I told him I was leaving.

I circled the kitchen two or three times but couldn’t find the way out and was starting to panic a little bit, but then the guy pointed to the exit, and I left.

Which is probably the only time I have ever out-smarted The House: by leaving before getting stuck in there.