FIRE AND BARKING; SAM could smell the smoke. The crazed barking was incessant. The heat pinched and twisted his skin into a Chinese burn.
He was trapped.
Behind and to the left, a cloak of blackness suspended by smouldering thumbs promised sanctuary from the inferno. However, Sam figured following that route, rather than looking for another plan of escape, would leave him blindly wandering even deeper into the pungent darkness.
The barking seemed to be getting closer, growing more intense. It felt as if the animal was driven to commandeer Sam’s fast-withering breathing space. Ahead, he could just make out a dull red glow; the cause of all this scorching heat.
Decision time. Which way to turn?
The roasting light... or a chance stumbling ...