Personal Narrative Plague

It was never supposed to get this bad. A few cases but never like this. Dead line the streets and the biggest question in the city is “Who is next?”. It started out small, this awful plague, but now almost everyone I know has either been infected or has died. I walk down the streets and groaning and moaning are emanating from the houses. Wheelbarrows full of people wheel through town. Everything seems so surreal but my mission had to be the most important thing right now. I had to get water to my brother, who is infected

A deadly virus has spread through out my whole school and I’m the only survivor , I need a plan to escape. Most of the students and teachers left their laptops and phones here, my plan was to get every electronic device and play a certain song out load on every device. This will attract the zombies and I will be able to escape through the window. Once I jumped out I ran to my car and started the engine. My plan is to go to Walmart and then travel to Dicks sporting good for weapons every week. The top five things I’ll bring with me to say alive is food, water, weapons, health supplies, and people. If you want to survive a zombie apocalypse you have to be able to work with other survivors. I’ll hide in high ground due to the fact that I’ll have

The Bubonic Plague was a spreading disease. It infected and killed most of the population of Europe within a few years. The plague began spreading in 1348 when fleas caused this infection when they bit animals such as rats. The bacteria entered the skin through the flea bite which soon infected the lymph nodes. These rats stowed away on trade ships which quickly passed this deadly disease to humans. The Bubonic plague was very disastrous to the European society until it finally began to slow down in 1351. It killed so many people due to its rapid spreading. It lowered the religious belief and trust in God by many people in the community. Also, the local physicians lacked the knowledge of the plagues symptoms and its cure.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

Sometimes I inquired myself how I lived this far in life. My father and my mother demised from the plague or what we consider it, “The Black Death” a few weeks ago. It originated from ships coming into port that transferred contaminated rats. It was a tragedy to so many people lose their loved ones, especially that my parents were the strong role in our lives. Not only that, but friends are no longer are friends and either are dead or enemies. My and other families are trying to survive. Each day, someone else gets the plague and is no longer with us. My whole entire world is falling apart right now. It was a catastrophe for all the people who lived in Constantinople in Europe, including my three siblings

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

Sometimes I inquired myself how I lived this far in life after we were invaded by the vikings and my siblings killed and captured. As days and weeks go by, a plague appears in Europe, where we lived. People said it originated from ships coming into port that transferred contaminated rats but nobody is sure. The last week in August, both my mother and father got the plague or also known as the Black Death. Their skin soon became black which causes the skin and flesh to die. Two days later, my mom and dad went to another world. I cried for an hour straight, thinking about how I’m going to be to survive. I have nothing. It was a tragedy for me and multitudinous people who lost their loved ones, especially that parents that were

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

Looking through the dusty back window of the 1998 Volkswagen we were in, I sat and watched the colony disappear from view as the dark night began to swallow it whole. I had wanted to leave for forever, but there was always a firm grasp which kept me there, my family. A single tear slips from my eye, rolls down my wind-burnt cheek, and clings tightly to my chin before its final descent into the open air. As a child, I too clung tightly to familiarity, but now, with my future at stake, it's time to flee, to leave behind everything, and embrace the rush of the unknown. I reach my hand across the center console and rest it on the back of Ethan’s soft hand. The warmth of his love momentarily fills the lull in my heart where my

I was trying to run as fast as I can from my village. I knew the Black Plague was coming after me. I was only a mile away from the outside of London. My village, Lakonia , everyone died but my dog and I. The year was 1466. I could hear people talking from ahead. After another couple minutes of running, I was in London. No one seemed in pain or infected. I knew this was the place for my dog, Scar, and I, Titan.

It is the year of 1340, October 25th.(2) The Black Plague has spread to through my city in Italy. It started in the city of Kaffa, coming from the dead sailors.(4) I fear for my life that my family stay away from whatever is the cause of the bubonic plague. So far, I’ve heard that the infected have giant buboes on their bodies.(1) I heard there is a second plague, dear lord, save us. I believe it may be the rats and the fleas, but not a soul listens to my words.(3) The all think that God has sent a punishment to all. I don’t believe we’ve done anything wrong. The whole village is getting infected, few survive. Everyone is getting infected. I don’t see many who don’t.(5) If your family or friends had gotten it, you can smell the death on them..

Another exhausting day ahead. Waking up at the crack of dawn to prepare the meals, care for the children and animals, work on the fields, collect berries and mend my husband’s clothes. With the black death rushing through the town and everyone dropping dead like fly’s, I must take care of myself and my family. I can’t afford my husband to die, I have enough work as it is, I couldn’t do it all myself.

What ferocious brute inhibits rage within oneself? Temper is such a malicious tumor that grows inside. Its wicked intents serve to destroy and it makes me wonder, does abhorrence live within the core or is it a virus that strikes like cancer? When tempers flare and irritate the soul, death chews on what has yet to rot and sucks on the sweet juice. It leaves the dry and blistered remains, waiting patiently for the distraught spirit to come to its own terms.

A wicked grin ghosted Amy's pale lips at the strangers' description to whoever listened to the other side of his comm. Eyes worthy of her name fixated on the weapon poised in her direction, her gaze shifted momentarily as he requisitioned information from the VDT " Don't fret about infection; I simply borrowed an inconsequential amount of blood platelets, as you were the closest source in conjunction to vivificating me " Her tone was calm as well as collected in an almost professional manner given the circumstances. Pausing briefly to inhale a couple deep breaths. It was then that she noticed a slight draft against her skin as her body temperature elevated faintly. Glancing down it dawned on her that upon entering the cryogenic pod she had stripped of all attire, save for the body jewelry that glinted from her bosom ( resembling two skeletal hands formed to cover each nipple), lip, as well as vaguely pointed ears. A large purplish scar resembling a lightning strike reached from just below her collarbone stretching up towards the base of her throat. The only other adornment that graced her alabaster skin was a modest, shimmering, obsidian colored tattoo in an old forgotten language that encircled her wrist.

The death of the washwoman was a sad one, and mourn we did. My mother cried at night when I was in bed and in the morning she would continue her work like it was a normal day. But as time passed her memory nearly ceased to exist until a spark brought it back. I was heading outside over to the market in order to get some bread when I noticed our clothes hanging on the wire drying. It wasn’t anything abnormal but memories started rushing back. Suddenly pictures and voices came to me and so did the washwoman. I could remember her. The characters of hard work and love came into my mind as I thought of the times when she would come to our house on time and with perfectly washed clothes. My heart sank when I remembered she was dead. Her grave as across the road where almost every dead soul was buried. I hadn’t payed my respects to her in a while so I decided to head over to her grave. As I walked, I read the grave stones. Some showed the death of a six year old and others read thirties or forties. A lot of young children had died in the last four years. The Black Plague, or so they called it, had hit our small town hard. My family had missed it by a miracle from God but almost every family had encountered it. Nearly everyone who had caught it was hopeless. It was a terrible and most frightening disease. After some time walking, I finally came upon the washwoman’s grave. On it, it read,