The Plague of Das Vearna

The Plague of Das-Vearna







Flynn Dawnson stumbled out of what remained of the small colony of Midiga. His arms, covered in the black sores of the plague, were too sore to cover his face from the smoke around him, the smoke that rose from the buildings behind. He had only found the black sores the morning before yet already they covered most of his body and had begun to ooze thin black liquid.



His weak legs, struggling to hold him, carried Flynn along the road to the dock-town. The few stone buildings along the road stood empty, corpses of plague victims laid across the street. Too tired to change course, Flynn simply gazed at the small family leaning against a house. The two little girls still held their dead parents with sore-covered arms. He wandered past the family, his legs wobbling in protest.



Nearing the docks, Flynn saw a large ship drifting close to shore. The horror-stricken faces on the deck stared back at him, even as he weakly hailed them, and continued along, turning away from the island of Das-Vearna. He would not want to risk the plague either.



Flynn fell to his knees, and then to his side. Out of tears, he simply stared at the last thing he would see before he died. Silhouettes of the corpses Flynn just saw rose and began to walk the streets as undead horrors. As they neared, he saw the faces of the dead parents of the girls from before, still lifeless.