The Plague Dbd Romane & Geschichten

Her hair in shambles around her as she sobbed. I stepped past her. Inside, Elder Dominic lay in his bed. And on every inch of exposed skin, his forearms, his throat, and even the side of his face pressed into the pillow. All red dripping sores. Behind me, a flash crossed Alex’s face and he swore. “It was never as fast as this.” My gut hardened to stone. Whatever variant of the plague had been spread at the ball, it was stronger. Behind me, Lady Dominic wailed loudly. "He was fine at the memorial. He was—"

After a few moments he glanced back to the television screen. “No, that’s not a cemetery they found out there,” said George Deadmond with quiet certainty. “It’s a plague pit, son. I’d bet anything on it. And there’s lots more of them around here, you know? Has to be. Yepper, this whole damned town is built right on top of them.”

This plague spread quickly, and the way they had engineered it, it would be airborne. The pathetic humans would cordon off the city, of course. Shut down bridges and tunnels. Close air and boat traffic. And that was exactly what he wanted. They would be locking themselves in to the terror that would follow. Locked in, dying from plague, Kyle and his thousands of minions would unleash a vampire war unlike anything the human race had ever seen. Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers.

“We’re not here to hurt you. Just tell us what happened.” He hesitated as his grip on the dagger loosened. “It’s a plague,” he said hoarsely. “It started weeks ago. Only rogues are immune. The disease... it makes you do things. Horrible things.” “What kind of things?” Draven asked. “Madness,” the man said. “It first starts with a fever, then body pain – and your mind? It betrays you. You do not heal if you are bitten or scratched in any way. We couldn’t risk turning into monsters. So we helped each other... end it.”