An assignment that I had to do in English and one of my favorites, because one of my group mates forgot to do his and ended his character perspective assignment with Prince Prospero pulling out a "desert eagle". That immediately resulted in our presentation being cut off, ah. Best read without music.
It was a dark and melancholic day outside, like any other. People everywhere were dying. Children, adults, all of them being consumed by the terrible crimson sickness.
An old disheveled woman, coughing and wrapped in a scarf, caught sight of a knight. "Look!", she begged, dragging herself over to the warrior on a horse, "Please! Help us, please! My children are dead, my husband has left me and the only possession I have left—"
"You are not worthy of my attention," the knight muttered coldly, who then rode off towards the castle. "The prince has called me, and I must go." The woman fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
That was a few months ago, when the prince had ordered for all of the noblemen to leave their residences, and join him in the colossal, castellated abbey. We had decided to follow him on foot, still calling out for him to turn back and assist us. There was no response.
Seeing the menacing iron gate towering over us, which gave off an atmosphere of dark and foreshadowed doom, we cowered away from the abbey, slinking back into our houses while crying despairingly. The old woman was now dead, having died from the terrible plague just a mere quarter-hour later.
Oh, how we'd desired to join them! Itching at the scarlet sores on my arms, I had cried desperately, "Let us in!", attempting to reach the abbey gates. "Destroy the plague! Help the common-people!" After that encounter, nobody had dared to approach the heavy iron gate that was bound between the walls of stable stone, for it was covered in a mess of metal furnaces and wooden planks. The self-serving knight was the last one to leave.
We were outrageous, and returned back to our homes, bidding good-bye to those we had loved. Yet another wave of us had died, and the blood-stained bodies were starting to pile up. Paranoia and terror ruled over all, as we finally realized that there was no hope in continuing on.