In the north side of the city, Blake, wearing a hazmat suit, stood in front of the quarantine zone with a furrowed brow. In front of him, dressed similarly, were three doctors. "How is it?"
"Lord, it resembles the black death…." The leader doctor replied. "In my time in university, I had done a lot of research on the black death. And from what I can tell, all the symptoms are close to this but much worse."
"How much worse?" Blake's expression turned even worse upon hearing this.
