The burning city erupted around me, leaving all of the buildings in a flame of fire. Havoc: people ran around, ignorant and clueless of where they were; families desperately searched for their loved ones; fire engines were peppered along every road, fruitlessly aiming to diminish such great a flame.
Nobody could solve it, the widespread confusion led to more havoc. Resting on top of the hill, the volcano blazed out apples of fire, flying through the night sky, unwillingly creating a meteor shower.
Fields of grass, covered in black patches of soot, that once held many cattle, were empty. Nothing left at all. The wooden borders of the farm had now been open, allowing the cattle to evacuate. Metalworks in their far corner of the field had been shut down, leaving nothing but a empty factory.
Such was the effect of this calamity.