"Blaze!" Spot yelped, "There, there are still people in there!" in fact, there were still people in there. Wiggling around on the small burnt squares of carpet. There seemed to be a small boy, as well as his younger sister. Both seeming to be no older than eight years old.
"Stand back!" Blaze hollered. He was standing about ten to twenty feet away from the front door. "Whatever happens Spot, you need to stay here, you can take the credit for saving everyone left in the home but, I can't have you get hurt."
"Okay, but Blaze?" It was too late. By the time Spot had looked up, Blaze had already been long gone. So if he had been in the house, he wouldn't mind if Spot just "Helped a little," now would he?
Spot tip-toed towards the opening in the front door, gently squeezing through the cracked pieces of wood. The massive amounts of smoke overwhelmed spots senses. But, He knew he had to do it, he had to push forward.