Today has been the worst day since life started to go downhill. Although there is almost no point in working anymore I still have to make a living for myself and the remaining members of my family. As I stepped out the door of my apartment I came face to face with my best friend James but, it wasn’t my James at all it was the remains of what used to be the body of my best friend. It was heartbreaking, I had never thought that the Plague could defeat someone I was so close to. Although it was tragic, my life still had to go on. Work and family were just about all I had left and, at that moment I was late to work. So, I stepped out into the quiet street, the only sound to be heard was the sounds of the motionless bodies being pelted with snow.
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It was like the crack of doom for goodness’ sake! It seemed like everyone (including the dead) needed something from me. I understand that my job is one with much demand, but I have not seen business like this since well before the plague raged through the country. The customers wanted swords and spears for numerous things such as, hunting and fighting. Some of my customers were telling about their hopes for joining the theater to fulfill their dreams before they die. No one believes that they’re going to survive, it’s just a matter of what you do with your life before it ends. Many people party themselves to a state of alcohol poisoning, some lock everything up and never come out to face the world again, but then there are people like me. I believe that I should live my life the way I would normally. No massive partying, or hiding, just living my life from day to day.
After the rush of customers I was finally able to take a break. I sat down with my jug of Ale and entertained myself with a match of checkers. Surprisingly, I’ve been winning the games ever since my co-worker Earl fell ill. The game of checkers has been a lot easier since there is no way for me to lose. The day grew later and soon enough it was time to head home. I shut my shop down and began my journey back home with a pocket full of
It was like the crack of doom for goodness’ sake! It seemed like everyone (including the dead) needed something from me. I understand that my job is one with much demand, but I have not seen business like this since well before the plague raged through the country. The customers wanted swords and spears for numerous things such as, hunting and fighting. Some of my customers were telling about their hopes for joining the theater to fulfill their dreams before they die. No one believes that they’re going to survive, it’s just a matter of what you do with your life before it ends. Many people party themselves to a state of alcohol poisoning, some lock everything up and never come out to face the world again, but then there are people like me. I believe that I should live my life the way I would normally. No massive partying, or hiding, just living my life from day to day.
After the rush of customers I was finally able to take a break. I sat down with my jug of Ale and entertained myself with a match of checkers. Surprisingly, I’ve been winning the games ever since my co-worker Earl fell ill. The game of checkers has been a lot easier since there is no way for me to lose. The day grew later and soon enough it was time to head home. I shut my shop down and began my journey back home with a pocket full of