I opened my eyes. Complete blackness. Stillness. I lie motionless for a moment, listening. There was no
             one to be heard for miles in this city. This is bad, I thought. Could it have happened so fast? Everyone? I didn’t
             want to believe it. I left my blackened chamber and stepped out into the quiet night. Utter stillness. “What are you
             going to do now...”, I whispered to myself.
             The moonlight shown down like it always and forever will, playing on windows and gliding over puddles.
             How I loved the moon. I didn’t really miss the sun, but then again no one I knew did either.
             The gate wasn’t locked; no surprise. The reason was perfectly clear from the freshly dug pit. It was just
             less trouble, not having to unlock it everyday, and more efficient for getting bodies in and (rarely) out. But it didn’t
             matter much to me. As long as everyone left me alone, of which was completely certain due to the epidemic. But of
             course there was always that annoying priest or stupid young jerk who went around staking and burning every
             corpse, but they never lasted long. That was good. Besides, the caretaker of this cemetery, who would never dare to
             get even fifty feet from a Black Death body, had already abandoned his job and left town. I think his family is still in a
             The gate squeaked and crashed closed behind me. Walking down the street, my shoes made the only noise,
             ‘Tonight I’ll just wander the town. Maybe I will get lucky and find someone... Or maybe I should just leave...’
             As I passed a tavern to my right I suddenly heard clinking from within.
             I entered, very wary. There, draped over the counter, was the old tavern owner, as if in peaceful sleep. He was quite
             decayed. He held a letter as if to life, but it didn’t have much written on it.
             ...