Bubonic

A thick smoke hangs heavy in the air, turning it a noxious green hue, and making it nearly impossible to see, or breath. However, the silhouette of a massive shape blocking the sun is difficult to mistake. You squint as it gets closer. A sense of dread fills you when you hear bones rattling together, and the sound of a harp being plucked at. You start to back up. Then you turn. Walking. Your pace quickening. Running, you're running now, half tripping over bones littering the land. Wait... Bones?! How did you not notice the bones before?! A 'fwoosh' behind you reminds you why you're running. Frantic now, you begin searching for a place to hide. There has to be a cave in these cliffs and canyons! There! Right there!
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You race for it.
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A shadow casts over you.
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You're almost there!
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Something catches your cloak.
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No! You were so close!
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You look up at a pair of glowing red eyes.
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You were so close...
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Green hands grab hold.
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So close
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A maw opens up.
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So clo-
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