But still shared, source internet. Shenzhen, Bay Yuefu Phase II, shocking high-rise explosion incident
It is truly desperate. I have watched the video many times; a woman initially curled up in a corner, hugging her knees, right next to the wall. Just a slight shift to the side would cause her to fall from dozens of floors high. Opposite her is the raging fire and thick smoke, the fire grows larger, the smoke becomes denser, and it approaches her closer.
The videos taken all over the internet were shot using a long-focus mobile phone camera, making it hard to see the expression of that woman. I can only vaguely see that she seems to be naked, possibly burned off by the fire, or perhaps she removed her clothes because it was too hot. She continuously uses her hands to perform futile resistance, deluding herself into thinking she can stop the fire and smoke.
She keeps pushing her hair back; she might be afraid her hair will catch fire. Debris and wall fragments are flying everywhere, and black smoke begins to envelop her entire body. It’s hard to imagine how high the temperature around her was at that moment, and no one knows how much smoke and dust her respiratory system, her lungs, inhaled. All we can see is her stretching her legs and surprisingly leaning her head towards the side where the fire was larger, then lying flat, and eventually falling down. I counted, it was about twenty floors high.
When I was a child, I often helped adults burn paper money, throwing it into the incineration barrel. The fire wasn’t actually large; a basin of water could easily extinguish it. But the surrounding temperature and smoke were still high enough to cause me great pain. I could hear the crackling sounds from the fire barrel, and the heat wave I felt might be a hundred times less than what this woman felt.
I wonder, if it were me, what kind of despair would that situation entail? A high-rise building of dozens of floors, even if the fire truck comes with a ladder, it can't save me. In front of me is thick fog and fire, beside me is an abyss, and in the distance are some strangers recording me with their phones. How do I save myself? Or rather, even if I must die, how can I make my death less painful?
I think, it must not be sitting there being roasted by the fire, being burned alive, it must be one of the most painful ways to die for humanity. I would unhesitatingly try to crawl into my neighbor's house, even if I might fall down, I must crawl away. Falling to my death would definitely be more humane than burning to death. At least in the moment of landing, I would immediately lose all consciousness. Rather than watching my body catch fire, or feeling the smoke inhaled into my body, consciously feeling the pain of every millisecond, I am someone who would still hurt for several days if scalded by hot water. I really can't imagine the pain of my body on fire; at that moment, perhaps hell wouldn’t be any worse.
Source: Internet