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He sat for a mere few minutes before the firestorm engulfed the whole city. The heat was almost unbearable; he’d felt his face burning through the metre thick, concrete walls. Almost all sound was blocked from being heard whilst inside the shelter, but Ali could hear the roaring, the crackling and even the echo of screams. He’d sat shaking, curled up as far away from the outside as he could for what felt like a scorching eternity… then, all was silent. There was no roaring or extreme heat… it was just heavy silence. Ali had been too scared to even move for the first half of the first day of silence, let alone venture outside. He’d decided to stay hidden for as long as possible. His mind switched the present, and he realized he’d drifted off into the space of his memory half way up the exit ladder. He was sweating, and panted in exertion just from the effort of holding onto the small ladder. He took a deep breath, and began the arduous task of turning the latch on the steel door (retaining a resemblance closer to a fortified bulkhead of some kind than a simple entrance). He gripped with his weak arms, spinning the lock contraption.
