Chapter 67 Omg I Hate You

• Adam took the stairs two at a time, but the thick smoke hit him halfway up like a wall.
• He coughed hard, one hand gripping the railing, the other shielding his face. His eyes stung, watering so bad he could barely see. Each breath felt like swallowing fire.
• The air was hot, heavy, pressing down on his chest. The higher he climbed, the worse it got—heat curling up from the floors above, smoke curling into his lungs.