Tuesday night.. about 11:30-11:45 or so.. a fire broke out in my apt. building. I live on the back of the building and the fire started on the front of the building, but pretty close to where I am. Due to thick thick black fucking smoke, I wasn't able to get out... even though there was a door that led outside a mere - 10-15 feet to the left of my apt.
Why couldn't I get out earlier? Because a) I thought it was a false alarm and b) even when I finally realized it wasn't... I was trying desperately to get my 2 cats so I could keep them from a firey death, too. They hid and would not come out no matter what I did.
I ended up being plucked off my 2nd floor balcony by a fireman, cats were left behind. The guilt was overwhelming, too.
Four to 5 apts on the front of the building, opposite my apt are completely gutted, Three to 4 apts aren't liveable now, but are salvageable/repairable. My apt is fine, but stinks from smoke and the majority of back apts are ok, the worst one has mainly severe smoke damage.
They let us back in to get essentials about 3 hours.. maybe 4 hours after they got the fire out and I was extremely relieved to find my cats hiding not only UNDER the bed, but right up inside the box spring... alive and well, but smelling like they'd been camping for a year.
The firemen told us we'd be able to go back home in about 72 hours, I doubt that myself, but I don't really want to go back unless it's with a moving truck.
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