The Ira Humo Chapter 3
The black fog started to swallow my land whole. I can no longer see my barn as a crept closer to my house. Frantically closeing all my windows and doors to not let any of it come inside. The fog looking more like a smoke, a horrific black smoke ones that you only see in the most deadliest of wildfires. I don't smell any fire and I didn't see any fire.It is tumbling closer coming in fast. The black smoke hits my house with the force of a train, breaking my door and all my windows. It consumes me, breathing it in felt like acid burning my whole body, the air felt as thick as sludge as if I was drinking the smoke just to try to find some clear air. I fall to my knees using all of my strength just to breathe, every breath feels like agony. I think about my animals and the pain they must be going...