Chapter one Humble Beginnings
As I walk up the stairs of my patient's house I hear this gut-wrenching cough coming from the
room on the right at the top of the stairs. It almost sounded like a cat having a hard time passing
a hairball. As I walk into the room I see his face, pale white like the first snowfall of winter. He
looks at me with pure desperation in his eyes and says "Doc... please help me" I walk over to the
bedside and I take his temperature; he is burning up. I take a small vial of dark viscous liquid out
of my doctor's bag. I hand the vial to the dying man and I say with a sadistic grin under my bird-
like mask "drink this, it will help you rest". I watch as the man hesitates but then drinks the
horrendous-looking liquid. Moments after the vile was empty I chuckled under my mask as I
watched him start to cough up blood. I tried to compose myself and I said "rest now, you need to
rest" as he died in front of me.
Walking out to the street I see the Coroners kart roll by with the daily pile of bodies; the smell
of death almost overpowering. I see on one of the corpses a beautiful gold bracelet and I think to
myself "what a gorgeous specimen" as I slowly take it off the rotting woman, whoever her
money couldn't save her. That's the great thing about this illness. It's humbling no matter how
you are, no matter what you do it'll kill you just the same as everyone else.
"Ah my humble abode," I say as I walk into my home that's located on the outskirts of the city
where I practice my trade. I walked over to the room that I bathe in and I slowly and carefully
took off my clothes making sure not to touch the surface of them to put them in a tub of boiling
water to disinfect them, then I ran myself a hot bath to get any contaminants off of me; can't be
getting sick now that's a death sentence.
Chapter 2 Rest is The Best Medicine
There are more and more people getting sick. I can practically smell the death from my
residence; it's getting to a point where burying the countless bodies is not an option so they
ended up resorting to burning them leaving big piles of ash and bones. The smell is almost
intoxicating, the smoke coming off the charred wood, the stench of death themselves taking my
breath away.
