Fire and Tar

I was in a large room. There was windows on either end of the vast space. Other people were there, none of which I knew or looked familiar. They were all hard at work when the ground started to shake. I ran into the back room and screamed his name, shaking him to wake up. He startled awake with the explosions and grabbed my hand. I followed his quick footsteps trying not to fall behind. The bombs were loud and there was one after another. He held me in his arms and told me it was going to be okay. By the way his heart was racing, I knew he was lying. We sunk down to the floor against a wall together. He still held me tight against him like I was going to dissapear. I started to cry. The ground grew hot. Too hot to touch. People screamed as their shoes started to melt off their feet, scrambling to find safety...but it was nowhere to be found.  The room started to fill with a black substance that was as hot as lava but the consistency of tar. His hand held mine tight. His eyes looked at me with tears spilling down his cheeks as he said his last I love you. I said it back and buried my head into his shirt. Explosions made us jump and made others scream even more. Each time I opened my eyes, I saw someone die...burst into flames, turn black, and fall too the ground. The room now was covered with dozens of lifeless bodies. I started to panic but he lifted up my chin and looked at me again.
"We'll be together again, I promise. Mich, it's okay. No goodbyes, okay? I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here holding you." I nodded and put my face into his shirt. His arms wrapped around my body tight again. We waited. Waited through the screams and cries of pain from the others. It wasn't long before it was our turn.
Heat scorched our backs as fire engulfed the room....and we were gone.