Rusty Quill presents.

Previously on We're Alive.

Inflamed staircase below and taken a door with them.

Lizzie heast oversaw holding his wound tight.

She kept pressure on the bullet hole from Bert's friendly fire

with a 9mm still inside him.

Kelly sat motionless on the ground, unaware of anything going on around.

Still in a state of shun.

Her angel and myself stood close to the elevator shaft

as the sounds of them could be heard in the other side.

Everyone else was already on the top floor trying to escape the smoke and fire below.

Past the flames, the tower was surrounded by hundreds

and not thousands waiting for a tasteless.

There seemed to be no way out.

Can't stay here anymore.

We have to leave the tower.

And I am the only one who might be able to save your ashes right now.

You want me to help that you get over here and give me a hand.

Just face it, we're all going to die one way or another.

Stand down, maintenance man.

Who are you and what?

Hey guys, we need people on the seventh and eighth floor running hoses down the stairwell.

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