The sky was black despite the fact of it being midday. The ground was grey and hot sticky ash fell on my skin. I sighed. Just another thing to add to my list of problems. England wouldn't be too happy about this. My superior had told me to go up the mountain and check that the only danger the town had was the ash. I pulled my jacket on and walked back outside. I told Mr. Puffin to stay at home. I didn't want anything to happen to him. I drove up to the mountain. This wasn't going to me fun.
I reached the top and stared up at the cloud of ash towering above me. I then tested the ground for heat, pressure and stability and then smelt the air for volume of sulphur. I coughed. It was relatively high. That's when things really went wrong. The whole mountain shook and I was knocked off my feet. A rain of ash fell on me, burning at my face. It was now too dangerous. I heard a loud shreik and saw flaming peice of volcanic rock falling out of the sky. I scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could and ran back down the mountain. Volcanic rock was landing only yards away from me, some as big as a small car. The mountain side then became too steep for me to run down and I lost my footing and began to slide down the slope on my back. I found myself slidding towards a drop off and I tried to grab whatever I could to stop me from going off. It wasn't enough. I fell at least 20ft onto solid rock. I hit the ground hard. I groaned. I turned onto my belly and tried to get up. That's when I knew something was wrong. My legs wouldn't respond. I looked back at them to see them in a funny posistion. I tried to move them with my hand but all I got was excrutiating pain. They were broken. I had to get off the mountain, I wasn't too far now. I could see my car in the parking lot, it wasn't hard to miss, it was the only one. I began to crawl using my arms to drags me. It was a slow and painful proccess, but it worked.
When I reached the car I grabbed my cell phone and called for help realising I couldn't drive. There was a loud bang followed by a hiss. I turned around to see a piece of volcanic rock had penetrated the car. I was still in a lot of danger.
I finally got home a few days later. I was told I was lucky because when they found me, I was unconscious from the toxic gases the volcano was spewing out. Mr. Puffin greeted me warmly but England left several calls ranting about the ash in his airspace. I just sighed. Another day, another problem. One day it's bright, the next it's dark.