The sky grew heavy with smoke and ash. The once quiet streets of Pompeii raged with fearful chaos, as the dark ashes rained mercilessly. I was at home when it happened. I watched my town fill with ash and sorrow whilst people I knew, people I cared for ran carelessly about in attempt to get away from the erupting volcano. I was at home with with my younger sister when Mount Vesuvius erupted. I hadn’t known where to go or what to do. With little direction in mind, we ran away from the city now infested with chemicals from the volcano. The gas drowned our lungs. I had little knowledge of where we would end up, all we knew is that we had to get away from Pompeii.
We past villagers lost in the heaps of ash and chemicals rendering them gasping.