Waltz Of The Apocalypse pt 2; The plague was getting worse, more stress was being brought upon the world, and the depression got worse. It was her day off so she decided to read. There was a knock on the door, "I am so sorry to bother you Ms.Dark." "It's fine, what seems to be the issue?". The man looked like he hadn't slept in days, Bubonic was prone on noticing things like that, but she doesn't ask about it. "Oh, umm may i grab a jar of leeches?" "Go ahead." She said as she drew her attention back to her book. "Thanks!" the man said as he walked out the door. Bubonic sighed "When will this horror be over?"