On a frigid winter afternoon, I am sitting on my chair inside, knitting. My scarf is almost complete. I'm pulling some stray threads from the scarf when my mother bursts into the room.
"Jade. We need to leave. Now." She whispers in a rush.
"Mother? What's wrong?" I ask.
"Pack some clothing and toiletries. Hurry, we must go quickly."
I am scared, so I do as my mother has told me. The two of us bustle through the house and come to the front door. My father opens the door carefully, as if someone is outside.
I step outside with my mother and immediately wish that I were not here.
The street is barren. The air is yellow. Buildings are crumbling. Yet I do not care about the street, nor the air or buildings. My eyes are focused on the heaps of flesh eaten dead bodies everywhere. Children. Women. Animals. I turn away.
"Mother! What has happened?" I ask her, bewildered.
"The plague." Mother replies. "It has struck again."
YOU ARE READING
The Plagued
HorrorOn a frigid winter afternoon, Jade is sitting on her chair inside, knitting. Her scarf is almost complete. She is pulling some stray threads from the scarf when her mother bursts into the room. "Jade. We need to leave. Now." She whispers in a rush...
