They All Just Went Away By Maria Monologue

Today is March 15, 1347. Everything is quiet and lonely; death is invading every corner. Nobody trust, they all want to survive. The gardens are full of inert bodies that it is hard to go out without walking over them. Spring started and flowers begun to bloom, the smell of roses is mix with the stench of death. The sun is shining and birds are singing beautiful melodies; days are beautiful. The nature does not know what is happening to us (DeWitte).
Women, men, kids, cannot escape; no one knows what it is or when it started, and we sure do not know how long is going to last; all we know is today we wake up and we are alive. Meanwhile, I am here, afraid to lose my truly love, my daughter. As her mother I have to be strong, I have to show her
My daughter lay down in my knees and she fall asleep. She had just a little of fever, but yesterday in the night she was worst; she was crying for pain, and her body was burning, but suddenly from nowhere she forgot about the pain and her fever relief and she went immediately to the bed before the pain comes again (Mayo Clinic).We are close the our station has been a quarter of a day traveling, she still sleeps; I won’t wakes her up, then she will start to questioned me about where are we going, but no answer will be out of my
We hear some echoes saying that "it's over it is the end of the world. God is angry with us and this is how God punish us, with death". Catholics see us sideways because they think are safe due to "they do not commit sins" (Doherty).
The train stopped, this is our station. I wake her up and we get out of the train. It is life here, I can smell it. I think they do not know too much of what is happening around the town. They look happy without worrying to get sick. In the other hand, in Valencia people is dying and “alive people” talk just about death.
I know where he lives, not to far from here. Then we can walk. I was not here since long time ago. When I was younger; definitively, there has been some change. I remember when I was working in the library of the faculty of medicine. When Gonzalo went to the library by the first, he was lost and he asked me for help. Since that day I saw every day in the library studying. We talked once in a while, he was a student and I was a librarian. Perhaps, we were not allowed to talk.
Here we are in front of his door, the door of the “salvation”. I will not think twice I have to do it. I hear some steps approaching to the door. My hearth is beating really; I am nervous, I haven’t seen him since five years ago. Now I have a kid. He is opening the