As the temperature rose, the air filled with the pungent smell of gasoline. Thick, black smoke, like evil tentacles, snaked in through the cracks around the basement door, surrounding her. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Rushing up the stairs, she slammed her fists against the iron door of the basement entrance. "Let me out! Let me out!" However, the only response was the crackling of flames and the increasingly hot iron door.
The smoke was suffocating. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. Even if she managed to escape the flames, the lack of oxygen would be fatal. She noticed several boxes of flammable and explosive materials near the door.
If they detonated, the consequences would be catastrophic. The room filled up with thick smoke, making her dizzy and disoriented.
