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9:00am, June 8, 1349

I wake up slowly as my brother keeps shouting in my ear, “HELLO? WAKE UP JOEY!” I look out of the window of my house, and I realize it’s already quite bright outside. I run up to the kitchen of our shack, and get ready to cook our meals for the day. Yesterday, our dad died, while coming back with food, just because of the plague. My sister Cynthia is sick in bed with the plague, while my brother Alexander and I, Jonathan, try to keep each other healthy. Life was much easier with mom and dad around, but now that they are both gone, both Alexander and I need to hold off. As I quickly cook our breakfast, some bread with fruits, we notice a mouse near one of the cupboards of our kitchen. “Kill it!” I scream to my brother. This was the reason to why my family was killed, why almost everyone in the village was killed, why my sister lies on her deathbed. Alexander quickly stabs the mouse with his knife. “Condemn of the mouse and the knife.” I tell Alexander. He opens the door, and kicks the mouse away. “At least that problem is over with. Now, I fancy some breakfast. What about you?” I quickly heat some bread for us and we munch on our breakfast and get ready for the day ahead. I’d never noticed how hard it was to be a caregiver to the family until now.

 

1:00pm

The day was quite normal and boring. Alexander and I played some chess rounds throughout the day. As the sun flew higher into the sky, I remembered that we have lunch when the sun is directly above us. And now, it was. I told Alexander to postpone our next round of chess, as I needed to cook lunch. As I quickly diced some vegetables for a salad for Alexander and I to eat, I wondered how long the food will last us both. Cynthia was sadly out of the picture, because she had problems breathing when she did small tasks such as moving her hand! We kept crying for the loss of our parents and our sister. We were a happy family until the Plague came. I sobbed once more as I brought the food to the table for Alexander and I to eat. I went to check our poor sister, as there was an awful odor coming from her room. The sight I saw that moment was devastating for me. I saw my sister, pale and lifeless, with a lot of blood sprayed over her blanket. Did I mention she coughed blood also? She was gone. Three down, two to go.

 

4:00pm

We decided to cover Cynthia’s door with the stone we had lying around the house. Though it wasn’t the best strategy, it would still slightly dull the chances of the plague to spread from Cynthia’s room to the rest of the house. Then, out of the blue, I coughed once and spat some blood. That was exactly what happened to Cynthia when she encountered the plague. “Oh dear Joey. Don’t tell me you have the plague inside of you too. I’ve lost enough already. I don’t want to lose you.” He started to cry. I kept on sneezing and coughing blood while he kept crying. “I can’t take this anymore!” he exclaimed. He stormed toward the kitchen, brought up mom’s sharp cooking knife, and stabbed himself. “Good bye Joey.” He said, and then he crumpled towards the ground. I saw his clean white shirt being soaked with his red blood. He was gone. My brother. My best friend. Gone. This was too much for me also. This is a domino line. One falls down, then the other one falls. Mother and Father. Than the next two. Cynthia and Alexander. There’s one more domino left in this line, and that domino is me. I can’t cry. I just stand there, paralyzed, looking at the sight of my dead brother. My sight hazes, and everything turns black.

 

 

This is the army of England. Jonathan Jayson has died by the time you read this. He, as most people has died of the plague. He died on June 8, 1349, at 8:00pm. We have also confirmed that the whole Jayson family is dead now. We are deeply sorry to see these results. We hope for better times to come. For now, this is the English army, over and out.