Romans & histoires Pestilence

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

It just… didn’t fit together. “During the Middle Ages,” Talen murmured quietly. “When the Black Plague struck, they would lock entire neighbourhoods into the streets and houses. Those within would live, or die, until the doors were again unlocked. Usually, they would die, often of starvation if not from the disease or being shut in with the festering corpses of their loved ones. The doors would be painted with red crosses when they were nailed shut, to signify that beyond was infected.” “Yeah,” Aislen said with a grimace. “A few too many similarities there for my liking.”

without his father was pitiful. Besides, Dominic was also quite curious about how severe the plague was. Recently, the news said that it was spreading like wildfire. Regardless of what one did, one would inadvertently get infected. After years of studying medicinal herbs, Dominic could not help being curious about this epidemic. Lily pondered for a moment and turned to look at the pigeon hut before hesitantly saying, "Okay…sure!"

“Can’t they come here and treat her? I’ll close the door.” “No. Tabatha told me that Evander has been researching this demon since we first ran into it a few nights ago. He has a lead, but if it’s true…” He sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me with glossy eyes. “If it’s true, we don’t have much time.” “What is it, Lucas?” Eliza snaps, unable to hide the fear in her voice. Lucas tears his eyes away from mine, looking pained. “Pestilence.”

They followed a trail above the hills where the human settlement was clear in their views. Looking down at the crowded conditions of the village, Sage narrated how famine and plague were rampant in this era. The crowded village was filthy, and the unkempt surroundings allowed the deadly disease to spread easily. People who wanted to enter the village during the plague were forced to remain outside the gates for several days until it was clear that they had no symptoms of the infection. This predicament depicts the horror of the plague. The living can barely cope with the demands of caring for the sick and burying the dead; it was mayhem. Death was everywhere.

Rage had caressed their hearts, infecting them with poison. An unknown man suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone who had been next to him shifted a step away from him and watched him as he breathed his last breath. "So long, Harvey!" A young boy who looked exactly like him said as he bowed his head. Everyone understood everything— there was a new phenomenal outbreak of an unknown disease that took the lives of people in an instant. Rumors had it that even creatures that everyone thought were immortal were affected by the merciless unknown disease. "There is a cure! Fear not, humans!"

The strength of their bonds would ultimately determine their survival, their future, their destiny. The fragile peace established with Lyra’s community was shattered with the chilling arrival of a new threat. It wasn't a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows, nor a sudden collapse of the tunnel system, but something far more insidious – a sickness. A virulent respiratory infection, spreading rapidly through the interconnected network of settlements, leaving a trail of coughing, feverish bodies in its wake. The initial cases appeared in Lyra's community, a cluster of intense coughs and high

"Greetings, Your Excellency King Roderick Zafeiri the Great. Introduce, I am Carl Leonhart, a doctor who works at the main hospital in Kavros City, West Lithonia. I am sending this letter to deliver very important news, considering that there is no good faith from Kavros City Government who also represents Livoli Village to send aid to people infected with a very dangerous and contagious disease which the doctors in Kavros City and I call the Moron Plague, where this disease first infected 10 children living in Livoli Village after swimming and consuming water from the Moron river." "Wait a minute, Moron Plague? what does that mean?" "In this letter it is said that the disease is transmitted

If it means what he thinks it means, then it makes perfect sense why they are the chosen victims. ‘Those who accept their end will rot for as long as their soul had been dead’ also supports the rotting corpses despite it being freshly killed. There had been no implications of struggle, or bruises. It meant nobody fought it physically. It was an intangible entity…making it all the more dangerous. “Hmm…” She returns her gaze to the book and searched for a name. “This book calls it the Plague for the Miserable. I’ve yet to read a cure or a way to prevent it. But fret not, that’s what I will look for today.”

explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.