“Come along boy, we must hurry,” I said to my son as I ran amok the town trying to keep up with one another. “If we stay out any longer we might catch the plague, and we certainly don’t want that, right? Whatever happens, I will not let you end up like your mother.” I seized my son’s arm and forcefully hauled him with me.
My poor boy, barely able to produce more than a whimper of sound…he knew where his mother had gone. He knew that he would catch up, most likely sooner rather than later. The Black Death had everyone in her grasp, claiming my fellow men day by day, night by night. Ever since the night I told Thomas, my son, that his mother had been taken by the raging black pustules, he was never the same. Since the outbreak occurred I had …show more content…
All around were rotten corpses piled to the heavens and laid everywhere among the dirt roads and sidewalks, never ceasing to stop. All the lights in town were out and the houses were as dark as night; boarded up as citizens tried to safeguard themselves from what was coming for us all. Even the rats were scurrying about, anxiously seeking refuge amongst the people, but alas, not even they were a match for this epidemic.
My son and I made it to my Lord’s house, who graciously offered us a place to stay in return for service. I did notice however, that he had elevated his wardrobe since the economy went into a soar, possibly to emphasize the class distinction which was falling a part due to the changes brought forth by the plague (Courier). I guess even the aristocrats felt threatened by something that money could not guarantee, their safety from this virus.
As the next few days went on I worked non-stop to ensure that my son had a safe place to stay. Then, one night as I lay asleep I felt it come for me. I began breaking out in the same buboes that came after my wife. I didn’t understand why it had come for me. Was it God’s wrath? Had I done something to offend my father, and as a result had to leave my son to fend for himself? What was
My poor boy, barely able to produce more than a whimper of sound…he knew where his mother had gone. He knew that he would catch up, most likely sooner rather than later. The Black Death had everyone in her grasp, claiming my fellow men day by day, night by night. Ever since the night I told Thomas, my son, that his mother had been taken by the raging black pustules, he was never the same. Since the outbreak occurred I had …show more content…
All around were rotten corpses piled to the heavens and laid everywhere among the dirt roads and sidewalks, never ceasing to stop. All the lights in town were out and the houses were as dark as night; boarded up as citizens tried to safeguard themselves from what was coming for us all. Even the rats were scurrying about, anxiously seeking refuge amongst the people, but alas, not even they were a match for this epidemic.
My son and I made it to my Lord’s house, who graciously offered us a place to stay in return for service. I did notice however, that he had elevated his wardrobe since the economy went into a soar, possibly to emphasize the class distinction which was falling a part due to the changes brought forth by the plague (Courier). I guess even the aristocrats felt threatened by something that money could not guarantee, their safety from this virus.
As the next few days went on I worked non-stop to ensure that my son had a safe place to stay. Then, one night as I lay asleep I felt it come for me. I began breaking out in the same buboes that came after my wife. I didn’t understand why it had come for me. Was it God’s wrath? Had I done something to offend my father, and as a result had to leave my son to fend for himself? What was