the air upon my escape from the school was heavy and incredibly warm and stagnant though a strong wind was whipping the leaves around, making them make plastic clacking noises as they scuttled across the ground.
it was eerie. the heaviness of the air made noise fall silent. and it tasted bitter like licking the sweat form someones stomach. it was hazy, giving everything the feel of a cheesy "last person left on earth" horror flick.
i couldn't enjoy it though... because a quick look at the sky clearly spelled that a storm was coming. so i hustled home.