NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

It had been a matter of one day since he had started bleeding from his eyes. An enormous chill had swept over him and he knew it to be more severe than the crimson tears. A shudder as he tried to keep his distance from the rest of the Tortuga wolves in the hope that no one was sickened by him, especially not Roman. But to his displeasure a howl was raised and he knew he would need to answer to it. He raced towards the scene only to find August and Roman both sick as well. Had he done this? Had he spread it around? "We need healers." He stated the obvious as he coughed, his eyes closed as more blood seeped from them, drop by drop and drip by drip.


He prayed to the old gods and the new that there were healers who knew how to rid them all of the terrible epidemic that was ripping through Tortuga and all of Alacritia.