Over The Top
You curse at your misfortune and throw away the mask. In seconds, the greenish cloud envelops you and cascades into the trench. You try to hold your breath yet can’t avoid inhaling the sickly sweet vapour. You cough, then try to hold back the tears now rolling freely down your cheeks.
The burning sensation in your throat is intense and you try to spit in an attempt to rid yourself of the foul taste in your mouth. Your chest begins to heave and you are unable to remain standing. Crumbling to the ground, you grasp your throat and desperately try to catch your breath. But it is too late. The gaseous mixture of chlorine and phosgene has done its work and, in just one minute, you end up drowning in the phlegm of your own lungs.