The fire had died down, and I was snuggled up in a sheet with Anton. I woke before him, but I did not get up. I just laid there next to him, and let him sleep. All of a sudden, I smelt smoke, and a lot of it. I sat up. Smoke was pouring in through the windows. The fire Anton had started was spreading, and so was the smoke. I started to gather our things into Anton’s pack. I grabbed my whip and shook Anton awake, handing him his axe.
"Wake up! We have to go." I said, coughing. I was sore, and my abdomen still hurt, but I tried not to think about it.