It came in the night, in a Flea on a Rat did it ride. It crawled up into the rafters and died. Horrific, the nature and speed of the plague. They never knew hell was black or how few would be saved.
Nothing to notice, tiny was the bite. Just another itch to scratch in the night. Bacterial infection spreads rapidly, Carbuncle turn bubo black and sickly. Swelling, in pain the towns folk notice the lame, Piles of dead Rats appear in the streets, in the space of a day. The first of the sick are found no longer alive, swollen and putrefying, black with blood filled mouth and eyes. The pyres are lit but too late the Black Death spreads. nothing is safe, no cattle, cot or bread.
First the immune system, lymph nodes swell and blacken, tearing up hemoglobin for iron. Bacteria in their blood start to cause septic shock. As lungs start to fill with plague, blood and snot they cough and convulse, just like good hosts. Spreading plague to those they love the most. Inhibited blood flow from bacterial growth causing organ failure right as the need them the most. They lay in their filth, choke on their lungs, weeping rot, the black death has won.
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