from WasteLand with Love
The stench of the air almost made me gag as I stepped down on the service vehicle that was provided for us. It was a long journey from where I came from and the hours of delayed flight and the gruesome crowded street made me even stingier than I already am.
I grunted not having the urge to even breath healthily, I honestly wish that I could stop breathing right at that very moment. It seems like every air that I breathe in was filled with little particles of germs and strong stinking mess that I will probably die with some lung cancer.