French Bread Short Story

The day my father leaves to deliver French Bread he doesn’t return. I walked outside and saw him lying in the middle of our dirt road. I ran up to him and tried to help him get up. He said “ I am weak and I have a rosy red rash around my neck with an egg-sized swelling in my armpits”. I ran inside to get mother but she had the same thing. The next thing I did, was run to town.
When I got to town, I stopped to get some water when I noticed that the lady next to me was dead. I was startled. I ran to the next house down and the lady inside was alright and eating French Bread. I stopped and started to cry because it reminded me of my father, when all of a sudden the lady fell to the ground. I looked at her and she had the same thing my
He said “no.” We kept walking and haven’t seen a sign of her brother when all of a sudden we heard feet walking up behind us. Paige screamed and soon noticed that it was her brother. She went on with her brother and said that they were going to sail to Connecticut and go see their family to tell them of their terrible news. I was sad to see them go because I was going to be all alone again.
The moment they left it started to rain. I was getting ready to head back home when I remembered that my parents have died and that I will have to raise myself from now on. It was terrifying to think about it so I ran home and put my mother and father in their final resting places and settled down for dinner.
The next morning after I ate breakfast, I ran to the store to get some food and when I got there people were all over the floor dead. I was starting to think that might have to move somewhere else even though it may cause me to move from the only place I have ever called home. So I left the store and went straight home and thought about leaving and I have decided to leave because it may be the only way to not get the Black Plague. I will leave at noon