The River:
Jinx worked hard to escape the fire in the slum while keeping his pants from falling around his ankles. “Where are you, crazy woman?” he called for Adriana. “Lucky!” he cried the dog’s name, with no response.
People flowed out of the narrow alleys, running from the flames. There was little people could do, the narrow pathways combined with the dry wood and cloth made a potent flammable combination. The flames leaped from one shanty to the next, the small lanes doing little to slow the progress.
When the population wasn’t fast enough to escape the fire, they caught fire as well, spreading the firestorm in their flailing attempt to escape. The lucky ones died of the smoke long before burning alive. The rodents fared better, running ahead of the flames like a wave of fur rolling
