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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