The stench of decay and death fill the air. Pitch black birds fill the lifeless trees, anxiously awaiting the next feast.

The village is abandoned; no one remains alive. The market sells death; the doctor congratulates you on your failing health; the inn becomes your place of rest.

It was such a happy little village before the Scourge came; everyone dealt kindly with one another, assisting the poor, the fatherless, the sick. How cruel that this would be their undoing.

Healthy villagers tried to help the Scourged. Despite that haunting sight of rotting flesh and decaying mind, they wanted only wanted to bring comfort and peace.

Why couldn’t they just leave us!? Why, why didn’t she leave when I told her to…