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It started with a village, then it went to the next, and the next, so on until it rampaged in at least 5 villages, and the nearby town. No one knew where it started, only that it killed. No one knew how to kill it though, only beat it keep it at bay and to kill those affected. The people of these villages and the town, they grew desperate, calling for aid, sending the healthiest of their number to a nearby city. They asked and begged for aid, and eventually they received it. But this threat that faced them was not a monster, a demon, or any of the other horrors that walked the earth. No, this was worse, far worse. It was a plague, death incarnate that was spreading. Thus, the first help they received was from a source they would've never wanted had they had a choice. A Plague Doctor, The Doctor to be specific. He made his way to the town, even as the healthy ones stayed there on his order, as The Doctor made his way towards death and misery, while the healthy fled, calling for more help.
Finally finding himself in the town center, The Doctor looked around and picked the first store attached to a building he saw. Making his way there, he quickly commandeered the place for himself, with no one trying to stop him. Setting himself up in the back room, The Doctor placed his tools around in an organized manner. Once he was satisfied, he left his bag near the table in the back, one that would soon become an operating table. Making his way to the front of the store, The Doctor opened the door and made his way back outside. There he stood and looked around before calling out loudly, his voice echoing into the town, able to be heard by all.
"Bring me your dead and your sick, your unhealthy and miserable. I am The Doctor and my cure is most effective."
With that, The Doctor stood there by his door, silent as a ghost and shrouded in darkness. His visage was terrifying to behold, and all dread him, though they still came. They brought their sick and their dead, themselves and their loved ones, and The Doctor set about his grizzly work behind closed doors.
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The town was half dead, corpses lay in corners, windows were shuttered, and animals walked freely. It was quite, aside from the rustling of the wind and haunting sound of the dead and the damned. That silence was broken by a consistent clicking. It was rhythmic, slowly growing louder as the one making the sound grew closer. The Doctor entered the town, staff clicking as he walked, making his way towards the center of the town. He was clad in his full plague doctor outfit, staff in one hand and medicinal bag in the other. It didn't take him long to find himself in the town center, half abandoned as it was. Those that were out and about looked on fearfully as The Doctor passed, each fully bundled up in an attempt to ward off the plague.Finally finding himself in the town center, The Doctor looked around and picked the first store attached to a building he saw. Making his way there, he quickly commandeered the place for himself, with no one trying to stop him. Setting himself up in the back room, The Doctor placed his tools around in an organized manner. Once he was satisfied, he left his bag near the table in the back, one that would soon become an operating table. Making his way to the front of the store, The Doctor opened the door and made his way back outside. There he stood and looked around before calling out loudly, his voice echoing into the town, able to be heard by all.
"Bring me your dead and your sick, your unhealthy and miserable. I am The Doctor and my cure is most effective."
With that, The Doctor stood there by his door, silent as a ghost and shrouded in darkness. His visage was terrifying to behold, and all dread him, though they still came. They brought their sick and their dead, themselves and their loved ones, and The Doctor set about his grizzly work behind closed doors.