Usually, the smoke and noises were normal. But it was never anything like this. This time, the smoke was purple instead of red. There was no noise to it, just a cloud shifting through the sky. It didn’t come from where it was supposed to either. Usually it came from far away from the city, so in case something goes wrong, nobody gets hurt, as mom says. This cloud was coming from the middle of the city though. I sped up my walk a little faster. All I could hear was the kids screaming from the school which I had left, no loud noises that parents tell their kids are fireworks. As I reached the edge of the city, all I heard was screaming. The cloud was shifting across the buildings and sky scrapers, swallowing then hole. I walked toward it and breathed it in. I fell to the ground as I was struck with what felt like the worst thing imaginable.