The room shook violently as a loud bang and thick black smoke had began to fill it. Alarms could be heard in the distance, and red lights flashed sequentially leading toward the buildings exit.

Slipping on his gas mask, Landon crawled down the hall at a speed akin to that of a bullet.

He continued at this pace for minutes until something soft, but solid sent him face first into the ground. After a quick observation, he saw this wasn’t something, but someone. A coworker.

He checked for a pulse. It was still there, but weak. He hoisted his coworker on to his back and continued to crawl, at almost the same pace he held previously, which was no easy feat given the extra weight.

He looked ahead and saw that the exit was a mere 30 feet away, which he cleared in what felt like seconds.

Paramedics quickly relieved him of his coworker, and Landon stood up and walked over to his supervisor.

“Pretty hectic first day, huh?” he said. “I hate to say I told you so, but now you see why I told you not to rush.”