THE DEAL

The pestilence had been spreading. It had already claimed half of the world and kill most of life remaining in its grasp. Me and my men were trying to find that card. It was pissed off for sure. When we entered the Entrance of Pestilence's Colosseum. There were mounds on mounds of bodies and rot. Families, workers and soldiers alike were either laying down ready to die or already dead waiting for rot to get rid of the evidence of life. We continued marching though, with protection on us and determination to capture this catalyst driving us. We had come across a man though. In appearance he stood tall at about over six feet able to reach house tops of the dying town that surrounded us.