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August 1793, I awoke from the loud screams of children as they chased each other around the dirt-covered brick floors. Chickens clucked, geese honked, and dogs barked. I sat up from the wooden, splintery, unsoothing bench. My back ached and I barely could find anything to eat. I was blessed to have left-overs or offerings from people around me coming from the market. I had no home, no job, no money, and no family. My mother and sister had caught yellow fever, very slowly and painfully. They died from each other a week apart. I caught it once, but recovered. Thank God! The vomit was a gruesome black, blotched with murky red blood. It had an odor worse than anything. I also broke into sweats, chills running down my back. Nurses often …show more content…
“Why hello there, I’m Matilda from the coffeeshop. You seem very tired and lonely.” I did feel tired, lonely… and hungry.

“My name’s Peter… and yes I feel very lonely and hungry.”

“Don’t mind coming down to the coffeeshop, do you?” “I can serve you a nice meal if you’d like,” Matilda asked kindly.

“Okay, thank you,” I told her as I got up from the bench and dusted my clothes off.

Matilda smiled, “This way.” We walked past the flock of chickens, which were going haywire! Feathers flying everywhere, I …show more content…
I picked her up and hugged her, “Where is she?” I asked sadly. Matilda pointed to the vomit covered floor, her white dress covered in black blood. She looked stiff, her eyes a vibrant sickly yellow, the odor very foul stench flowing throughout the room. I gasped, “You need to get out of here now! Call Dr. Rush immediately!” Matilda just stood there, not knowing what to do or how to speak. “Stay here!” I said as I pushed open the backdoor. “You need to evacuate, now!” I pushed the red haired man out the door, “Tell the persons to not come in, for it is an emergency!” I yelled for help, asking where Dr. Rush could be. I ran past the market, no one to be seen. They all must have fled already. I ran through a flock of pigeons scattering everywhere. Not again! I sneezed. I tripped on a cracked stone from the

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