The building collapses.

The building shakes as support beams buckle from the heat. As you watch, the top floor crashes inward, silencing the coughs in a roar of falling debris. Brittney screams, terrified by the devestation of her former home. You race forward to grasp her arm, pulling her back from the crashing rubble. It is very difficult, especially with the girl in your arms, but you manage to yank her back as the timbers begin to rain down.

You move as quickly as possible, back towards the entrance to the mall, as snaps and crashes of the falling builing echo through your brain. Racing behind a car, you look back, to see the final **** throes of the dwelling, as it falls into itself with a final crash.

"No...." Brittney cries, grabbing at you, burying her face against you and her semi-concious sister. She sobs, racking agonizing sobs. You are very aware of her body, and you struggle to contain yourself, merely providing a frame for her to cry on.

"They were all in there..." She continues to cry, and you do not know how to comfort her. You merely rub your head against hers, trying to bring some relief to her.

"We should move." you finally state. "Whoever set that fire had a reason to." You don't particuarly want to think about who did this. It might be friends of the psycho that you shot a few days ago or the hulking man that met his fate a few minutes ago.

"Where? They found us! They'll find us again..." She continues to sob, her arms wrapping you in a tight embrace.

"We just have to move. You can tell me later what all this is about." You explain, pulling her along. You wonder what the best plan would be. You could head back into the mall, but such an indefensible position would probably be suicide. Another option would be to head out along the city streets and try to find some other structure to hide out in. Perhaps the financial district with it's high rise buildings could provide you with some defense.