the young doctor was assigned to become one of the birds as soon as the plague broke out yet again. he is yet again making his rounds in his waxed leather gown, the mask hiding the putrid stench of the people around him. some compare the doctors to gods. Others compare them to reapers. He knocks on your door, you’ve been recently showing symptoms of the killer and your family called for him to check it out yet again. Hello miss..? he asks for a name. Staring at you, not in a weird way but analysing your condition, weighing up whether or not you will live.