He called his partner’s name a few more times, to no avail. But he couldn’t maintain this position forever. He felt like a rat in the coils of a boa constrictor. Although the quivering hose at his fingertips gave him some reassurance, impenetrable billows continued to close in around him. The fire, meanwhile, seemed nowhere close to giving up the fight, and the captain stayed firmly planted. He was on his own, that’s all he knew-cut off from all communication. Eddie Campbell had been part of the firefighting brotherhood since the late 1960s, with numerous awards and honors to his name, he had already managed to lose his two-way radio this evening, somewhere between the market’s front doors and his present location. Either way, he should have said something, but Tynes was only in his second year and even the best made mistakes. Or he might’ve tried skirting the inferno, in search of the missing manager. It was possible the man had followed the hose line back outside, in danger of depleting his composite tank. “Tynes, you there?” His partner was nowhere to be seen. Stores could be rebuilt and inventory replaced, but nothing could bring back the dead.
Campbell and his partner had entered the fray a half hour ago, with the rescue of human lives priority number one. Crews from three different stations had 1īeen sent to the scene. The conflagration was spreading quickly now, seeming to rise from separate sections of the store and demanding the attention of all emergency personnel. The main concern, as expressed by a cashier, was the safety of an assistant manager last seen heading to the back office. The locally owned store was getting ready to close its doors, and most of the shoppers had left. The call had come into the station at 9:49 p.m. Other firefighters had been known to say the same.
It wasn’t the first time Campbell had thought such a thing. Snaking through aisles and licking along the ceiling, the grocery store’s inferno seemed infused with a personal evil. He could see no farther than his leather gloves as he aimed the fire hose into blackness that pulsed with an eerie glow. We thank God for you!Įnse smoke stretched between aisles of canned goods and wrapped its fingers around Captain Campbell’s upright body. May your faith and ministry always remain fireproof. Thank you for loving us and Dad these forty-three years. WE H_VE A L_V_ W_RTH F_GH_ING FOR.Īlex and Stephen dedicate this book to: Our mother, Rhonwyn Kendrick. Thanks for daring to love me these past eighteen years. Printed in the United States of America 08 09 10 11 12 RRD 8 7 6 5 4Įric dedicates this book to: My one and only, Carolyn Rose. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Wilson, Eric (Eric P.) Fireproof / novelization by Eric Wilson screenplay by Alex and Stephen Kendrick. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. For information, please e-mail Scripture quotations are from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. Thomas Nelson, Inc., titles may be purchased in bulk for educational, business, fund-raising, or sales promotional use. Thomas Nelson is a registered trademark of Thomas Nelson, Inc. Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning, or other-except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles, without the prior written permission of the publisher. FIREPROOF Novelization by Eric Wilson Screenplay by Alex Kendrick and Stephen KendrickĬopyright © 2008 by Alex Kendrick and Stephen Kendrick All rights reserved.
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