Eighty-eight.

Scott POV.

"Don't you dare," the guy says looking at me with hate and fury in his eyes, he had red eyes, the first and most obvious sign of being evil, rumours say that vampires have red eyes, and he looks like it, he doesn't smell like it, I can't actually smell him since I have my oxygen mask on my face.

"Hey man, take it easy, just relax," I say to him, trying to calm him down, he still had a gun pointed at my head which might mean that he could be the one who started the fire or the fire has sent him into insanity.

"What's your name?" he asked me, people who are scared, don't know how to react to fear, so maybe the fear had him going more on the aggressive side.

"I'm a firefighter, I'm here to help you," I say trying to stay calm.

"What's your name?" he asks me again, still looking at me, trying to see my face and my details, but I was hidden behind my mask.

"My name is Scott, I'm a firefighter, and I'm here to help you," I promise him.

"You are Scott, the famous Scotty," he says