Deepwater Horizon

What once had been my cabin, was now a livid, suffocating inferno. The heat, which burnt my skin with an indestructable venom, was already merciless. My singed fingers rummaged and scrambled in the flames -I disparingly tried recall the valuables I had forgotten on my bed and their specific locations before the door blew of it's hinges-although they recovered nothing. I was hyperventilating: I could feel severe danger surrounding me.There would be dozens of transfixed comrades imprisoned in the heart of the rig, finding my way out of the maze of corridors, trying to escape the blaze of the fire. I realized that their single chance of survival would be to push the blow-out preventer lever on the control panel(DWH463). The intense sparks were unbearable, the flames roaring, the ash flying. Yet I scavenged and climbed through the heat.

120 metres away from the bedroom, through a long corridor and down a twisting-and-turning 50 feet staircase followed by a locked, scanned, coded door and flicking monotonously, the blow-out preventer perched on the control panel, deactivated. Forgotten. In the control tower, the mechanics continued to fight for survival.

The key-card! No...my sweaty hands grasped the unknown item as I maintained my position on the floor , struggling to contain the heat.

Trembling, my shaking hands groped with surprise I felt it fall in a pile of ash. I couldn't force myself to open my eyes, so I kept them permanently shut. The furnace exploded with rage, ever more powerful: there seemed to be no end to this underworld were minutes evolved and mutated into hours. My knees gave away and once again resumed my task to search without sight. This time it occurred quicker. I gripped my fist around the plastic. I launched my black-and-blue body, lacerated body underneath my bed and tried to identify the object in my temporary, but useless, shelter. Disappointment transformed into hope with the realisation that, though not the key-card I was seeking, I had unearthed my lanyard. With a new sense of faith, I swiped it across the scanner and the door opened, giving me the way. Accelerating forward, I made my way to the 50 feet staircase. The glass, which stabbed my body from all angles possible, Shattered from the lights above. As I reached the edge of the staircase, my heart paused as I took my first step but still I had dozens to go. I was going down!

Through a door in the room, I caught a glimpse of a hand and arm hanging of the door as if that person was trying to accomplish the same task as me. As I opened the door, the body collapsed at my feet which made me go pale-white with fear. Whoever he was he had had his soul removed. Approaching the lever, I pulled the lever with all my might and watched it fade into motion.

Faintly, I heard the metal gears of the pipe clanking to stop the oil shooting into the air. I fell onto my back and gazed up at the smoky, engulfed ceiling, letting debris and embers fall on my face. Anyone who was on Deepwater Horizon, still alive, now had a hope ;it wasn't a lot, but it was all I could give for the innocent oil workers.