The window was ablaze, the only sound was that of a crackling fireplace Christmas eve.
"Get your head out of your ass" As voice yelled from the behind.
His head turned to the side. He saw his captain running right past him. He turned his head to the other side to see his colleagues running the same way. He could not move his legs. That had never happened. He was professional. What was wrong with him. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember how he got to where he was.
"HEY. Hey man are you alright?" He recognized the voice, it was his friend.
"Yes" He just answered, he couldn't get his head straight.
Then something happened. Everything came back to him. He could remember the call about the fire on the Johnson farm. They had rushed out there. And then he remembered why he froze. He looked down and saw the Johnson's little girl laying in front of him.
"I can't do this" He turned around and ran.
"Stop! Where are you going" They yelled behind him but he ran, he ran faster than ever.