“OH MY GOD” i scream looking behind me.
Random blown up cars scattered across the city people
running like crazy screaming on the top of their lungs(hope
they don't die) and a truck load of over cooked metal/brick
spewing lava.
The smell of smoke made my lungs fight for air ant the rotting
smell made me wanting to spew.
I'm going to to try and survive this volcano eruption
I was so angry after the torture.
By Phoenix
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