#Y E L L O W :biohazard suit
That’s when it took him by surprise, potent burst of unknown gas particles burst forth, spraying his face. His face drenched like it was wet from tears. His throat was a protrusion of lump, swelling and blocking his airways. He grabbed at his throat, with both hands. Coughing and wheezing. He was gulping. His heart was an explosion waiting to happen.
His right hand dropped onto his thigh as he fell into a crouch. Face reduced to a wince, eyes blinded with this burning gas. His nose blocked, he felt no oxygen channel through his nostrils. He tried to plead for help, but his throat was swollen. Soon he collapsed to the floor. Dead.
The yellow telephone began flashing again.