yellow, which
tinged the bodies lying limp, in the street, I searched the cobbled stone road, littered with lifeless bodies, and yellow, unmoving eyes, until my gaze fell upon a single figure. It was contorted into an unnatural position, engulfed in a pale yellow. I staggered dizzily toward the stiff body. Too young. Too young. The words echoed around my head as I picked up the limp body of what was once my brother. He will always be too young. mass graves, piled up to the heavens, creating a mountain of death, of decay, of sorrow, I am vaguely aware of being lifted by a black hood, and I'm sure I am peering into the face of death itself. My body is rocked violently up and down as all of my weight is rested on a single, squeaking wheel. Suddenly, the jerking stops, and I feel a sensation of falling, but am quickly cushioned by a soft mound of…What are these?! I muster enough energy to lift my head and take in the pile of decrepit bodies I have come to rest on. Without warning, I feel an implausible amount of weight press down on my person, causing me to suffocate between the stench and ragged clothing. My eyes begin to close, and the last thing I see is blood trickling from my wrist. Darkness has taken me hostage, as I become one with my surroundings. a shadow had been cast, over the lives of the lost, of the spared, Why couldn’t it have been me? Why couldn’t it have been me? These thoughts fill my skull as I stare at what once was the living body of the women I loved. Why have I been spared? I wish I could join her. Depart this plague-ridden world forever. But the guilt would overwhelm me. They need someone to care for them. They need a father. They need me. shrieks of longing, blended with the foul miasma of death drifted, toward the sky, becoming lost, before the hand, of God.
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