Driving North to escape the sulfur fumes that would envelope the better part of a country, people scatter in horror and fear for their mortality, screams, shouts, sadness, crying, the smell of terror, ...
A snow-covered lake becomes ash covered. Choking on the pungent stench of sulfur, choking from tears, choking others to get past them, people maniacally hurry to get further away. Away from the nightmare. Thirty or forty miles south of us we can all see the monstrosity, the coming of the end rising up out of the land fighting against the sky and gravity. Destroying to recreate.
Somewhere in a cafe, chairs topple over. A bus tray of dishes is dropped. Drinking glasses shatter to the ground as people rush out to see the roaring explosion, the commotion, the New Visitor growing from the earth.
The congestion of the traffic on the road to Canada causes panic and cold fear amongst all driving northern to possible safety.
A couple in love kisses for the last time. Gazing into each other's eyes knowing they have no chance to run from the massive explosion. The last thing that they see is at least, each others faces as an onslaught of fire, debris, and black smoke is blown outwards disintegrating the land.
A child's crying abruptly stops.
Lives wink out like the power grid of a city shutting down, section by section. Everything is thrown into chaos. Life as we know it is changed for everyone, forever.
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