Answer, burn everything, report, repeat. Answer, burn everything, report, repeat. Answer, burn everything, report, repeat. Montag’s first day had been a dull one, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from going over the actions again and again in his head. Answer, burn everything, report, repeat. All the others had gone out to lunch, but montag stayed not wanting to miss a beat. Red was the color he saw red walls, red doors, red roofs, red houses. He wouldn’t let any of it go until he had his first one. He could already feel the heat brushing his skin, the air around him being sucked into the fire to give its flames life. Answer, burn everything, report, repeat. No he couldn’t get distracted, he must stay focused. Ring he thought Ring! Ring !! Ring!!! He heard a bell. Quickly he ran to the alarm waiting for the address to be written, but it didn’t come. He turned and answered the telephone. It was mildred. “ oh I love it” she exclaimed” its wonderful, absolutely marvelous!!” Their first wall. All she had talked about for months. Right wall, left wall, in the bedroom , where to go, where to go, It ended up in the living room “ I must go Millie, I cant talk now im waiting for the alarm. My first alarm!!!” he rushed out. “ oh ,oh good luck I mjust going to go back to my wall, oooo the white clown what an odd name?” she hung up before he could respond. Ring! Ring! Ring! Montag was screaming in his head. The silence was torture. All montag wanted was a single ”ring!!!” Montag ran so fast the table he was at flipped over. Answer, burn everything, report, repeat.” Click , click, click” hurry, hurry!! Montag thought.” 127, click, click, click”. “ 127 beacon click , click, click “. “127 beacon lane” montag grabbed the address and ran to the salamander. Montag’s hands were sweating as he drove. I’m so nervous. He thought to himself. What if I don’t get everything, what if I mess up. Here. The house was brown and black, just like every other door on the block. All the doors were wide open. He went to get the kerosene and headed off towards the house. The inside looked as if someone was in a hurry. Chairs overturned, refrigerator wide open, wall on, books laid out on the floor. Books! Books!! Books!!! Montag quickly stepped back and flung kerosene all over the room. When he was done only a single spot on the house was no covered in the flammable substance. One, one he missed. Montag walked to the book and picked it up. The Illiad it read. Montag flew it back to the floor. Burn! All he had to do was squeeze. no. he thought, not this one. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t burn that one book. He shoved the book into his jacket and walked out of the house. Before anyone could notice he threw the book under the seat of the salamander and grabbed the flamethrower. He walked to the front of the house and stopped. Yes, he finally pulled the trigger and felt the heat
