The fumes from the bomb smoke wafted in my brain.

After stumbling for what

felt like hour, Granger started yelling out of nowhere.
Would ya look at that, someone survived yelled Granger.
Ha not even fancy technology can stop humans I replied.
Yeah but this one is special, doesn't seem like the rest of em He finished.
Blonde shiny hair bounded towards us, and I had to repetitively slap myself to
ensure I was not dreaming.
Hey Montag! Oh who are these people? Are they your friends? Arent you
supposed to be engulfing books with fire right now? inquired Clarisse.
Clarisse. How I missed her imperative voice and her rambling.
You know her? an astonished Granger asked. I nodded. This whole time I
thought she was dead. I thought people like her did not exist. I missed her.
Why are you all staring at me? she said. Would you like some roast? My
uncle makes the best roast you will ever taste. I promise my mother swears
by it. As we followed her, I could not help but wonder where and how they
survived being this close to the explosion. All of a sudden Clarisse stopped
and began to lift a boulder twice her size. The ease at which she lifted it
surprised me, but not as much as her crawling down the hole underneath it.
Come on Montag! Your friends can come. Just don't bring your firefighter
friends! she giggled. After crawling through the tunnel and reaching the
underground city, we couldnt believe so many books still existed.