It was a village on a hill, all joyful and fun where there was a meadow full of blooming flowers. The people there walked with humble smiles and greeted everyone they met. The smell of baking bread and ginger took over the market. On the playgrounds children ran, threw themselves and did acrobatics. Mother sang and Alice hummed. Dad went to work but always came home just in time to pick up John for dinner. But Alice's friend at the docks soon fell ill, almost like weeds in a garden taking over, everything around her became ill. Cemeteries soon became overcrowded and overwhelmed with corpses. The village had been closed off, the once dizzying streets had turned gloomy. The flowers that once bloomed in the meadows around the village withered and rotted. Death has taken over the houses. The blissful faces became helpless. What would you do if you were here, your home vanished, the feeling of joy and pure pleasure became distant and unknown memories. Some tried to fight it with God, but most tried to escape the Plague, the Death Star created a race for survival and everyone was playing. Separated from her family, Alice dragged her feet against the dark, deadly road and saw death all around her, hideous corpses piled in piles and scattered for miles. The houses were dirty and grey, all boarded up and shielded from the sunlight. Her blonde hair softly hit her blank face, dancing with the wind, her dull blue eyes stared at the faces of the corpses in front of her and saw an image of herself; helpless, desperate and a puppet of the plague. “Hurry up now, we have to go,” Mom stressed. "Why are you in such a hurry?" John became agitated. "You have no sense, child", shouted dad, patting John on the head, "they are all dying, we must leave immediately to save... half of the paper... We are here because we are your family" Despite everything, their love was not strong enough to fight the plague. They prayed every night for help for Alice, but soon they all became sick. They began to vomit violently; neck, arms and thighs. Their bumps had turned black, had opened and had begun to leak out thick yellow pus and blood. They were decaying inside; whatever came out of their bodies would contain blood and puddles would soon form blood under their skin. Slowing down they withered together. The house became repulsive; the flowers in their garden could no longer mask the smells of their decaying bodies and disgusting bodily fluids. Alice was the first to leave, followed by John, Mum and Dad. Together they all fell victim to the Black Death.