Cas raced past the piles of bodies littered about the hallway, He smelt hot iron and Sulphur in the air, It was thick, like standing near a furnace, And it was everywhere, He found scorch marks on the walls, Melted ice and shattered glass mingled along the bodies Castor ran past.He held his blaster in his right hand and.... nothing in his left, he cursed, using the anger from losing his arm to charge onward, He ducked under a pillar that had fallen over and lunged over a gap in the ground, And made his way over to where the screaming was loudest.He met Burning men, Helpless souls wailing about blindly, Some tried reaching out to him, To grab him, "Help me! Oh God help me!" They screamed, Cas bit his lips, and moved past them, Turning a blind eye to their pleading."I'm sorry...." He muttered, as he continued onward, He caught a glimpse of a familiar face, "Vince!" He cried out, As he gained in on him.Vince, was firing his blaster at a couple of shadowy figures, Cas heard them hiss
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