The plane’s impact sent shock waves through the building. Steve, along with everyone else standing, was knocked to his feet. His chubby, red-faced boss hollered,
“What the hell was that!?!”
Everybody ran to the window, Steve leading the way. They looked down, only to see a thick black smoke, like an octopus discharge pouring out of the side of the building.

The sprinkler system went off.

A woman fainted.
Steve stood still staring out the window. They had been attacked. By what, or by who, he didn’t know but the building was on fire. He ran to stairwell door, swinging it open and running down, as fast as he possibly could.

Some followed, others stayed, paralyzed by fear.

After going down over ten flights, Steve found the steps clogged.

How the hell was he going to get out of here?