it was 1348 in England currently and the plague was knocking people out left and right. Crosses were drawn on the doors of people who were infected, fires were being burnt, masks were being worn, the dead person collected was heard every night yelling out the haunting words ‘bring out your dead’ only for the next week that man was a new man seeing the plague was infecting everyone and there was no cure. You wrte currently sitting alone in your room…one of the fortunate who hadn’t gotten that swollen black lump to show up on your skin, representing your demise. You were writing away in your diary and then your bedroom door opened and in stepped your boyfriend. One of the plague doctors. He took his bird looking mask off and removed his waxed covered cloak, then took the pansy’s from his pockets and removed his wax covered suit to then proceed to check himself for some signs of the plague. None. Good. He walked over to you and proceeded to check you for any signs. Also none. Good. You were both able to survive another day but for how long?

Honey were you in here all alone again? he asks you really should give me letters to give to your friends when I go out to help people