((Gee, thanks pyro 
))
Start running down those stairs, try to get to the car.
"Run for it! If one of us gets to our car we can run over that sucker.
(( Apparently, Pyro's clock is on DST for some reason. OH WELL! ))
BloodyphonewhyareyounotoffFUCK
RUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuun
Down the stairs and away from the building ASAP. Aim to get to my car.
Rico and Thomas jump up from their crouched position and run down the stairs. Rico makes it all of two steps before stepping on his own foot and tumbling forward, his arms flailing out in front of him as he falls. Then, halfway down, head on a collision course with the edge of a concrete stair, something overcomes him. He sticks the machete in his mouth, holding the blade between his teeth, and lands on his hands, using the momentum to push him forward from a handstand into to flying front flip. He flips down the entire length of the stairs, lands in a roll and pops up straight into a cartwheel that ends with him at the door to his SUV. He slams in the key without even looking and gets in. He then proceeds waggle his eyebrows at Thomas until the homeless man runs to the passenger side door and leaps in.
"Took ya long enough," Rico complains, just as a fire ax embeds itself in the windshield. "And I see you couldn't even out run a man in 80 pounds of gear."
The fireman pulls his ax free and moves toward the driver's side window, ready to swing again.
Fuck!
Brian isn't a firefighter, and there's no time to go hop on Google to figure out what to do here. Where are the fire trucks? Why'd the fire start anyway?
Didn't fires spread through sparks?
Get a hose and start hosing down the roof of own house. Get everything possible soaking wet.
You run to your back yard, grab the garden hose and turn it on full before running back out to the front yard. You start spraying down everything you can: Your fence, your roof, your walls, the yard, even the nearest walls of your neighbor's houses and their lawns. Getting things really wet seems impossible though; the water just runs off your roof and walls, leaving them damp but not much else. DAMN YOU GUTTER SYSTEM! At least you manage to get your yard nice and soaked, to the point that it is a muddy mess. You doubt you could set fire to this yard with a blow torch, let alone a spark. Still...You can't help but worry. This much fire this close is frightening, to say the least.
((Dammit I hallucinated posting a turn!))
Investigate smoke. If fire, raise alarm with police voice.
You follow your nose, searching out the source of the smell. You need only turn the corner down to the next hall to find it. One of the far rooms in the hall is leaking smoke through the door frame and the door itself is painfully hot to the touch. You don't even bother to shout, you just run to the nearest fire alarm and pull it. The alarm wails down the hall and people lethargically poke their heads out from their doors, looking for the cause of the racket.
"EVERYONE, PLEASE MOVE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION TO THE FIRST FLOOR AND THEN OUTSIDE. USE THE STAIRS, DO NOT USE THE ELEVATOR. THANK YOU."
((Me and Xan in the same building, aren't we?))
Having shouted the man who decided to run around banging on people's doors away, Samuel turns back to the window, watching what's going on outside, and then quickly prepares a duffel bag with the basic essentials, in case he has to leave: some clothes, some (nonperishable) food (and a nalgene-type bottle or two of water), whatever basic medical supplies he might have (stuff like ibuprofen, bandages, etc.), chargers and other such things, and all of his ammunition, save what's in the revolver and 2 or 3 reloads' worth, which he keeps on his person.
You quickly prepare a bug out bag using an old gym bag. You feel like you probably should have done this earlier, but it's better late then never. You pile the boxes of ammo into the bag last, so you can get to them if you need them, and dump some into your jacket pockets before hiding your weapon in it's holster under your jacket. You've got enough for maybe 3 days without resupplying, plus the basics of first aid and technology. It's no zombie survival RV fortress, but, should it come to surviving, you think You'll at least have a head start. You throw a good, sturdy, warm blanket over your shoulders like a poncho, and do one last check around the apartment before mentally declaring yourself ready to go.
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