Personal Narrative: The 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

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

One day there was a disease that killed million of people and It was called the RED DEATH. I was there with Prince Prospero when the disease broke out. My family died of the disease so he brought me in the the abbey and thousand other people. I walked in and I saw seven room in a wallway.

The Red Death is commencing to expand throughout the external world, possibly even throughout the ever expanding universe. This bloody horror has taken many of worldly possessions away from those that are ever so less fortunate as it rips them away to the land of the deceased. This pestilence is spreading throughout the common folk as if it were communicating and evolving within itself while its host, unbeknownst to his detrimental future, walks free, spreading the disease with every step. These common folk will never enter the gates of my rich and glorious court. This disease will not enter the gates of the rich, meaningful people of this world. I, Prince Prospero, shall not allow this disease to wreck the lives of those that mean everything to society. Before this abhorred menace reaches its bloody fingers into my dominion, I will save the people that deserve to be saved from this fatal tragedy. My people and I, the rich and worthy, will not become victims. The external can survive alone.

Lillian Hendrickson and her family were in this run down paper factory for twenty years. When Lillian first got trapped in this building she was four years old. Her parents both worked in this paper factory and when they heard the zombie apocalypse was coming they grabbed Lillian and her brother, Liam. The zombie apocalypse was the cause of aliens coming and giving humans a “remedy” so they could resurrect loved ones. Everyone thought these aliens were very kind, but when they realized that their resurrected loved ones tried to bite them they got the idea that they weren’t. The whole world was in panic mode. With in four hours more than half of the world's population was a zombie. That brings us to present time where the apocalypse has ended

We both started out in the same place, in an abandoned warehouse in Tampa, Florida. It. was just Anthony and myself, Glenn. On October 13, 2025 the day of the outbreak, Anthony was in a hospital recovering from a head injury. He was asleep when I went to get him out of there. I had to get him out of the hospital, there were creatures walking around the earth with blood on their faces, trying to eat people like Anthony and I. We called these creatures, biters.

It was cold and lifeless like a wasteland where the disease made everything cold and dead like a nuke just happened. Some survivors were prepared for this though and one of them was me. The bunker I grew up in was a neighborhood but underground. A lot of valuables were lost while the infection devoured everyone and everything that it could see, and killed it or burned it in side to the out. The years past by and a lot of things were in motion we built the virus filter and a new clean society. I grew up trying to know what happened what the virus did it looks like it made you think of the life ahead of you positive.I wanted to find out how it spread so I joined the forensic scientist for police. Detective too I had the longest and most important

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.

Despite being a well travelled man, Kael had not heard much about the plague. Sure, he overheard conversations about it on his travels, but he had no definitive information about what it was. That was until he spent his first night in a tavern for over 5 months. Kael sat alone on a chair at the bar, spending the lost of the coin he earned escorting some merchants to this small town outside of Bronzegate.

“Sam,” said Henry, the mayor. “We need you to find the mythical harp of healing.”

In my personal life, cancer has definitely been the "Emperor of all Maladies." My paternal grandmother died of lung cancer when I was six, and about two years ago, my maternal grandmother was diagnosed with mesothelioma due exposure to the asbestos from the many jobs she worked to provide for my mother and her siblings. I watched two aunts die slowly and painfully of pancreatic and breast cancer. I also watched my once independent God-grandfather be reduced to depending on other to survive before mercifully passed away from colon cancer. However, my maternal grandmother is still alive, and every time I see her, I am reminded of how hard she worked to provide for her children after her husband died, but was instead rewarded with a deathly form

I, my friend Pierre, and his dad were travelling to a cemetery of a small town near Forbach, France. It was late afternoon and Pierre’s dad wanted to show me a plague grave. When we reached a small ancient looking church we got out to look around. They brought me to a large structure with iron bars for walls and meticulously carved stone framing the ceiling and floor. Inside were 390-450 skulls, and a corresponding amount of other skeletal remains. They were piled in a substantial heap; out in the open, exposed to the elements. After inspecting some of the other graves, we hopped in the car and left.

Being raised in the small town of Ripley, Mississippi, I was sure growing up that nothing would ever upset my secure little world. I saw life as beautiful, wondrous, and filled with never ending sunshine; however, my world turned upside down when I saw it beneath the facade. Televised news reports of devastation, diseases, and war made my unworldly and simple-minded character begin to question humanity’s state of being. Even though the world is not as pleasant as I had dreamt it to be, I am able to find the silver linings in all the imperfect aspects. Hurricane Katrina, the pandemic Ebola outbreak, and the Paris terrorist attack has taught me more about solicitude and aid to others than awareness of catastrophic events.

All of Camus' writings may be viewed as a quest for meaningful values in a world of spiritual aridity and emptiness. He begins with man's despair, estrangement, fear, suffering and hopelessness in a world where is neither God nor the promise that He will come- the fundamental absurdity of existence- but ultimately affirms the power of man to achieve spiritual regeneration and the measure of salvation possible in an absurd universe. This radical repudiation of despair and nihilism is closely bound up with his concept of an artist. Camus conceives of art as a way of embracing a consciousness of the absurdity of man's existential plight. But art becomes a means of negating that absurdity