Playing With Fire

Date: 4/14/2019

I was a paramedic firefighter in a post apocalyptic world. I know nothing of fighting fires but I'm a medic, so they assign me a firefighter to work with. When I was younger I tried to burn down my 3 brothers' houses. They caught me and put out all the fires. 1 tried to explain something to me about old technology and then I ended up firefighting. Anyway, me and my partner get called out to the middle of nowhere for a house fire. We walk up and there are like 30 other firefighters just sitting around. My partner makes a comment about them just sitting around on their asses. One of them replies, well we dont know how to put out house fires anymore since there is no running water. They had apparently been ran out of the house through the chimney and saved the person that was in there. I knew something was wrong and we were going to die if I didn't act. So I grabbed my partner by the arm and started running for cover. I made him throw his bright helmet away and we slid through the mud. We hid under some trees as the gun fire started. I snuck around and there was a guy in a get away car. I only had 1 shot and I took it. The car exploded in flames. Everyone scattered as I lay hidden in the mud. I slid around to the passenger side of the car and the driver was trying to shift the car with his left arm. He was reaching across the steering wheel because his right arm was broken. I lunged into the car and covered his mouth with my hand. I was going to kill him and he started mumbling something about a painting. His girlfriend was slowly walking out of the house toward us. I took his pistol and went after the painting. It was a tiny conceal and carry style piston with no ammo. I slid under some trees and found a garage entrance as the guy and his girlfriend start fighting about telling me about the painting. There was a spiral staircase from the garage into a house above, that I had to go into. As I climb I start to realize I've been set up, not by the guy in the car but some unknown person or group. The walls in the staircase were a 2 way mirror and everyone outside could see me lit up like a christmas tree in the dark. That's when the helicopter showed up. And I died.