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It was strange to look at, as if the dust and smoke was a curtain being lifted before an almighty pair of invisible hands. Ali realized only too late what danger it represented; the gale hit the far end of the street first, sending ash in high rising, rolling clouds. Ali made to dash back into his shelter, but went a single step before the wind was upon him. His vision was taken from him in a whirlwind of white and grey, his eyes stung, and he found himself clawing his way along the ground to wherever he could. His hand grabbed a bone of some kind, then a melted car tyre, and other things that he couldn’t see. The wind intensified ten fold, turning the ash into a stinging, choking storm. Ali gasped for breath, trying his hardest to suck in some oxygen, but all he got was ash, filling his throat. He retched again, suffocating, but the ash couldn’t be cleared. He tried to run, but tripped and fell. He felt blood now wetting his jeans, but couldn’t see anything other than what was immediately ahead. He went to scream, in anger and hopelessness, but couldn’t even draw breath to do so. He collapsed, fading to semi-consciousness. The last thing he saw was a finally clear sky, empty of dust and smoke and other horrid things. He could see huge clouds in the distance, and could feel the ground beneath him shaking. He felt head on his body, and knew another firestorm was coming. What happened to Earth? What could possibly have caused this… this horror? Just let it end… just let me die… Just as his eyes closed, for the final time, a crack rent the Earth beneath him and he tumbled into the crevice, his limp body followed by broken rubble and the blackened cars.
