Chapter 1
I remember, there wasn’t always a plague. When I was younger, everything was... normal. We could go outside without seeing dead bodies from our doorstep, without fearing we’d drop dead. But, that all changed in the span of a few days. They think it was the people from East, that contaminated out food and brought the plague here, but East is refusing to take the blame. West isn’t thriving as it used to, either, and handful of inhabitants left are either too scared to fight, or just don’t have the mental and/or physical strength. South isn’t... there anymore; I’ve seen the newspapers. Where there was once a great empire, now lies empty and abandoned streets. Whether they all died, or somehow got away, we may never know. North, where I live, has been completely wrecked. It used to be the 2nd best corner to live; South was always the best, but North came in close 2nd, and it’s now completely torn to shreds, the few inhabitants left fighting for survival.
The streets, once filled with stalls, and lit up at night, are now filled with corpses. You can’t walk 20 steps without having to dodge around a few, and it’s normal to see half-dead people lying in the gutters. At first, people tried taking the sick in, healing them, but that just led to the plague spreading even more. Nowadays, if you see someone lying in the gutter, you run for your li
