one to be heard for miles in this city. This is bad, I thought. Could it have happened so fast? Everyone? I didn’t

want to believe it. I left my blackened chamber and stepped out into the quiet night. Utter stillness. “What are you

going to do now...”, I whispered to myself.

The moonlight shown down like it always and forever will, playing on windows and gliding over puddles.

How I loved the moon. I didn’t really miss the sun, but then again no one I knew did either.

The gate wasn’t locked; no surprise. The reason was perfectly clear from the freshly dug pit. It was just

less trouble, not having to unlock it everyday, and more efficient for getting bodies in and (rarely) out. But it didn’t

matter much to me. As long as everyone left me alone, of which was completely certain due to the epidemic.

sputtering, looking for a bottle of wine. He was quite a fellow, almost a corpse. His eyes fixed on me suddenly. He

course there was always that annoying priest or stupid young jerk who went around staking and burning every

“You... you are...”. He hesitated.

corpse, but they never lasted long. That was good. Besides, the caretaker of this cemetery, who would never dare to

Some common words found in the essay are:
Black Death, , Alas I’m, Baital Kali”, *** moonlight shown, black death, *** moonlight, moonlight shown,
Approximate Word count = 662
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)