I shouted, "Come out quickly. There's no time."
Only a minute remained before the collapse.
Taking a deep breath, I rushed into the flames.
Inside, I found a boy trapped under a fallen shelf. We worked together to move the shelf away.
Then I carried him on my back while helping the elderly escape.
I silently counted down, "Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..."
At the last moment before the building collapsed, I pushed them to safety, but I was buried by the falling debris.
2
Just in time, the survivor at the door pulled me out.
Although my back was injured, I managed to save my hands.
The scene was chaotic, filled with cries and sirens.
After handing the little boy to the police, I confronted Esther, my anger boiling over as I slapped her face.
"Lucia, what are you doing?"
Several colleagues surrounding Esther immediately became anxious.
I said, "You used substandard materials for the exhibition hall, neglected to install required emergency facilities, blocked the safety exit, and destroyed the emergency button after the incident..."
With each accusation, my anger intensified. I yanked Esther again, slapping her multiple times.
"Do you realize how many lives you almost jeopardized?"