Amy

The firehouse siren shattered the quiet, sending me scrambling into my gear and onto the truck with the rest of the crew. Deep in the forest, we fought a grueling, roaring blaze until we finally beat it into submission. Just as we finished packing up to leave, a movement in the charred treeline caught my eye. A lone figure emerged from the ash and collapsed right into my arms. Trembling and ice-cold, she looked up with wide, terrified eyes and whispered, "Please, I don't know who I am." As I held her close, a chilling sense of unease settled over me.