The Elementals

You watch cold, gray tiles move beneath your bare feet as you run, your breath catching in your lungs. You feel hot tears running down your face. It's going to catch you. This time you know the billowing black smoke will catch you. You run harder, you feet heavily hitting each tile. You look behind you, you realize with gusts of wind its gaining on you. You stop short when you realize the tile platform comes to an abrupt stop.

What do you decide to do?