Chapter 119 – Kelvin aka Whip-me (Joanne)
Kelvin’s point of view.
I park my car beside the fire engine and look at the burning factory. The smoke bellows from the roof, as flames peak through the bottom floor windows, swirling around, as it embarks on its dance of death. The smell of smoke, and chemicals, invades my nostrils. There is not a lot that gives me a sinking feeling, but I cannot help the knot that has formed in my stomach as I look at what we have to face.
This. Is. Bad.
Fire is a living breathing thing that plays with you, toying with your emotions, and begging you to play its murderous games.
People are all stood looking, some in tears, as they each stare in shock and disbelief at the burning factory.
Gathering myself, and schooling my face into a stoic mask, I head
