The Plague Monologue

As the sun slowly settled,gdarkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Galich, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under viscous weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every end of the world. Panic had been cast over civilisation, caused by the onslaught of the plague grasping at every opportunity it had to spread. The unwary were the first to be stolen. No matter where you had found yourself,
This was the terrifying night which I almost lost my life to. The day before had been a long and tiring day, nowhere I seemed to look was safe for me to stay and panic had begun to set in for me. The sun was leisurely parting with me, leaving me to be swallowed up by the fog which the plague had adopted into. I decided to stay in the next building I had found, which did not fully appeal to me, but was the possibility I had to staying alive. The windows in this building were smoggy, showing me no signs if the sun had completely left me or if night had taken over. For the first time, I felt real fear, my legs juddering every step I take, like a man on a tight rope. In my mind, I was mentally preparing myself for the plague to pierce through the windows, with the sound of whirling ghosts filling the room and slowly take me away from this wretched place. Though all my anticipation and mental planning went to waste, I fell into a deep sleep as the sun was returning, and woke again in the next night. Slowly the windows were cracking, the fog pounding on the window, putting so much pressure on it that the house seemed like it could burst open like a balloon. Luckily I could react, I grabbed what was closest and ran. I ran so fast and so far, that I would never be able to trace my steps back to retrieve my stuff. With sweat falling down my blood coloured cheeks, I managed to break free and survive yet another
And once the sun came back once again, the place I had ended up seemed familiar to me. It was where my life took place before the end of the world. I traversed through the overgrown and barren land of my city and found my old home. At first I was frightened for what I would find, unsure if I could endure the pain I would experience by facing the death bed of my parents. Though I said to myself “this will help me find myself, if I don’t face this now, it will haunt me forever.” And so, I made my way in, as I tried to push open the door, it collapsed which made me even more warry of what was to come. But then suddenly I found myself in my parent’s room, which still held the scent of my mother’s perfume and the strong aroma of my father’s deodorant. Though this sense was in my head, and soon I came back to reality, by having the overwhelming stench of rotten floorboards and the garden, makings its home inside make its way inside of my nostrils. I see, for the first time in a long time, my parents, though not how I imagined. Their bones, though very brittle were laying on the bed, with my mother in my father’s arms, I broke down. On my knees, hands covering my face I had tears flowing out uncontrollable, my heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces. Even though I had told myself that there was no way of them surviving and coming to terms with it, this was on a whole different level, there was no way anyone could mentally prepare themselves