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Infected By Attack


The ships have just pulled into the

harbor to do some trade for fur

while we trade for food to survive,

but one day it all changed when a

massive black ship entered the

docks for trade but they didn't

want fur they wanted our souls

and we refused. Within weeks

our life’s went from good to hell,

I mean at first he sent his army

of dead out to get us but failed

because we new how to fight,

then he closed down our trade

routes for food but ended up

failing because we new how

to hunt. He then set fire to the

houses but failed because we

new what to do, but then we

failed when he cursed us with

the black death. He first sent

out the rabid hounds that would

attack anybody on the street's

but within minutes failed due

to the barbwire fence, then late

one night we hear footsteps on t

he roof we it was rain but it wasn't

it was giant infected rats dropping

rat feces over everything over all

the food in the wells and then they

were gone as well as the black ship.

The next morning we woke up and

everything seen normal until everybody

started dying from drinking the water

and eating the food and that is when

I realized that everything was spoiled

and it was infected by attack and we

were all dead.

 

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