Virtue.

as you go about your normal day, shopping in the city, you hear the screams, the explosions and the sight of a sickly green smoke pooling around your feet, the rest lifted into the air around you, the smell of toxins and rott,.. coating your tongue in their sickening sweetness,.. then you feel the ground shaking underneath your feet. towers fall around you, debris nearly ending your life then and there... then you can feel it. breathing down your neck, the smoke getting thicker... and thicker.