The Plague

Suspense Stories | Nov 28, 2012 | 4 min read
32 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
A foul, heavy and unwelcoming stench rising from the city's unpleasant sewers wafted on the cold damp air that blew across Cassandra Morthos's angel-like face. She sat down, her clear beautiful blue eyes regarded through the window and sees the everyday, dull monotonous scene - straight faced watchmen guarding the streets, scavengers looting the ever growing number of corpses that piled up by the streets and children playing around a lavishing fountain once teeming with life, now the color of the blood. The city of London was suffering from one of the most devastating plagues in history. It was known as the Demonic plague to the ill-fated Londoners as it transmuted its victims into cannibals. The sky was dismal, motionless, only a tint of sunlight managed to penetrate the foreboding clouds.

"Fire! Fire!" A penetrating cry amplified from downstairs. Cassandra rushed down and realized that entire room was in covered flames. She immediately scanned the room and saw her frenzied father by the doorstep. At that very moment, the bookshelves along with all the possessions, lit up and collapsed, creating a wall of flame separating the two.
"Cassandra! Meet me in the your Grandmother's house! Escape from the backdoor! "Her father yelled as he franticly left the house, leaving his Cassandra behind.

Amidst the turmoil, Cassandra navigated herself across the living room towards the backdoor, while dodging the menacing flames. She took a final glance at the chaos and watched as the flames gradually ate her house alive, tearing down every corner like a tornado.

Cassandra found herself in a narrow gap between two old terraces, it was the city's darkest alleyways. She followed the dismal path, looking out for potential threats- the city's rats. Lurking underground, she heard their screeches and minute footsteps as they scurried towards the fresh carcasses in front of her. She painfully watched as the swarm of rats chewed pieces of flesh off the rotting corpse in a matter of seconds. A half eaten face, bones and a few strands of unwanted guts were all that remained of the pitiful victim, leaving miniature footprints of blood scattered on the ground as they targeted their next victim - Cassandra.

The deadly swarm of rats speeded through the alley like a pack of wolves. Cassandra froze in shear terror, as they were approaching her quickly, very quickly. In the corner of her eye, she saw an open window, her only hope of escaping. Just as the rats caught up to her, one of them sprung into the air and bit her shirt while she climbed inside, allowing the rat to make herself comfortable inside the pocket of Cassandra's jacket And He stayed there until he was needed.

A dark familiar room unfolded; the flame from a candle danced. A black hooded figure sat with a body in his arms, tears trickling down his cheeks, his face somber and soulless. The hooded figure looked extremely familiar to Cassandra. It looked as if it was her father. The corpse that rested on his arms seemed as if it was crying too, with blood slowly oozing out from its empty eye socket, cascading down its scarlet stained face towards the Gothic wooden floorboards. The corpse looked awfully familiar too. It could be her grandmother. Cassandra felt her eyes starting to moist up.
"Father?" She asked the figure, nervously. " Is it you?". The hooded figure looked up. "Dad? What... happened... to your..." The figure smiled a sinister smile.

The figure lunged into Cassandra and sank his sharp teeth , tearing open her chest like a ravaged beast, as if a dagger had plunged into her heart. Cassandra felt an eerie, indescribable sensation tingling down her spine that very moment. She shrieked, screaming in agony as blood gushed out like a faucet, splattering his face. He felt the warm fluid trickling out of his mouth, dripping into the carcass like red teardrops of rain. The metallic taste of blood consumed him, while terror ate her up from the inside. She watched from her crimson red eyeballs as he gruesomely snapped her left arm and started munching, shredding the bits of tattered skin and flesh off the arm. Fingers were next. He chewed them thrice, then swallowed it along with the bone. Delicious, he thought. He then continued on towards the tastiest parts of the human body- the abdomen. He sliced the stomach open with one of his remaining fingernails and watched as the guts spilled out. The coppery distinctive smell of the intestines exploded into the atmosphere. Eagerly, he grasped the intestines and held them high in the air as he slurped the 6 feet tube like a child indulging on candy. Scrumptious, he thought as a hideous white pus drooled from his mouth, landing onto his spiritless daughter.

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