The sun, slightly obscured behind a thin veil of what may have been cloud, began to change colour. The colours of the world surrounding them mutated with the changes: red, then orange, then green, a hideous, infected, sickly green, a pallor of disease.
"I'm frightened," the quiet woman whispered. She spoke for them all, her unexpected words startling them. Tisha reached out and put an arm around her shoulders.
"There!" cried Maya. Her eyes were fixed on the distance where tall buildings dominated a rising horizon. They shimmered, then disappeared into a black cloud that slowly but surely approached them.