Storm of Ashes

Part title

I was sitting at a park bench when I saw the endless black heading towards me. "Mom look!" I screamed. My mom turned around and faced me. A look of pure horror was painted across her face. "Margaret we need to go now!" She shouted. We ran across roads and dried up crop fields. We did not dare look back. Suddenly I wasn't running away from the black cloud. Instead I was face down in the dirt.

(My story starting from previous paragraph)
When I got back up, the earth had been coated in a gray snow that fell on this clear day. I could hear mechanical wailing that echoed through the now smoldering fields. My mom was laying in front of me, staring blankly as her face peeled like old paint. My knees turned into jello. My eyes became waterfalls. I immediately turned my face and emptied my stomach. I grasped her almost frozen hand; most of its warmth had already gone. I let out a blood- curdling scream that rivaled the noise of the sirens. The land was already claimed by a reaper, for there was none to hear me.