I felt it... The heaviness of my lungs. The coughing fits that I always have. I sweat on my face despite being cold. Laying in bed. I'm sick... Not only that I can't move. The ash sickness is taking me whole and I know it. Swallowing me from the inside and making me hack up its bile of black goo. I can barely breathe much less work as the brick maker I am. My fire barely even burning.

That's when someone knocks at the door of mine and my friend's cottage that I am staying in. They talked a bit as my friend opened the door however I couldn't hear them due to the walls and the migrain

After a while, I could hear the shuffling of footsteps coming to my room One of my friend and the other of the stranger apparently at the door or at least that was until I see them in the door frame of my room...

"Who are ...you?"

I can barely scrape out a whisper at this point... I really am about to die.