I also wrote something along with it:
The Plague Doctor looked back at the deserted town. The doctor had seen the last of the population, completing the contract. His notebook was almost filled to the brim with names...names of the young, the old, female, male. Everyone in the village had died. Except for him.
He sighed and moved onwards, hoping that the next place would have live ones to work with. Although, there had been rumors that fellow plague doctors had frightened people away. Was it their face, or more appropriate, lack of face? Their black clothes that looked like the bringer of death?
The doctor looked over at a field. The grass was lush and green. It must do the earth good, to have so many underneath it. Plenty of fertilizer.
The sky was grey, but not raining. Was the worst to come? Perhaps...or maybe it rained while he was inside, and the storm was passing.
His thoughts wandered back to the town. How sad. He had barely talked to anyone. The sick were too weak to even breathe, the healthy avoided him. Why?
He was only a man. All he wanted to do was help fellow man, but now man was dead.
And he was lonely.
He sighed and moved onwards, hoping that the next place would have live ones to work with. Although, there had been rumors that fellow plague doctors had frightened people away. Was it their face, or more appropriate, lack of face? Their black clothes that looked like the bringer of death?
The doctor looked over at a field. The grass was lush and green. It must do the earth good, to have so many underneath it. Plenty of fertilizer.
The sky was grey, but not raining. Was the worst to come? Perhaps...or maybe it rained while he was inside, and the storm was passing.
His thoughts wandered back to the town. How sad. He had barely talked to anyone. The sick were too weak to even breathe, the healthy avoided him. Why?
He was only a man. All he wanted to do was help fellow man, but now man was dead.
And he was lonely.
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