Rebecca-ZYJH（看通知令）

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Maybe one week ago or maybe one year ago, no one remembers when it starts. The news of death is no longer novel and shocking for people. People stop crying but feel numb even when their family members die. 

This is my tenth day staying in the house without opening the door. I live with the stored food and water in the storeroom and now they are also nearly gone. Today, I must go out and try to find food, or I will starve to death but not because of the disease. Yes, disease. I do not know where the name comes from, but people call it the Black Death. 

I open my door with my purse, although I do not know whether I am really going to use it, and try to recall where the stores are. There is no more stall with goods spread out on the ground for sale. Instead, countless corpses lie on the street. I walk through the street and try to neglect all the dead bodies and the smell of blood around me, but the rancid smell is too strong, so I fail. I finally find an opening store and enter the entrance asking, 

“Is there anyone?” 

After about ten seconds, I hear a weak replying coming from the end of the store, 

“Yes.”

I let out a sigh of relief and walked toward the place of sound. But after seeing that person, I stop without coming closer. An old lady is sitting on a wooden chair and there is a small egg size tumor located on her right face. I do not know what I should say so I keep silent. The old lady coughs and then says, 

“Do not come closer and take what you need”,

then she coughs again. I do not know what I can do, and I cannot know anything in fact. I am not a doctor nor a nurse, even a doctor or a nurse may not do anything with the disease, and I just turned 16 last month. I nod and go find the necessities I need. There are only a few things left in the store. I guess someone stole or robbed something from the store before I come. After getting what I need, I come to the old lady again and ask, 

“How much are those?”

She coughs up blood and her voice shook, 

“Just take those, I know I will die in these days.”

I do not know what I should say, so I estimate the prices and leave the money on the counter. The old lady seems shocked, but I see her smiling before I leave. 

Before leaving, I locked my door. While I am finding the key from my purse, I hear a sound coming from my neighbor’s front garden. I hesitate for a second and finally walk to my neighbor’s house. I get closer and realize he is my neighbor, Mr. Black. He is lying behind the bush. I think that is the reason why I do not see him on the way to the store. He is dehydrated and his clothes are dirty. He is so thin that the clothes do not fit him well at all. I notice that there are a lot of black or purple spots on his face and arms. And they are the sign of death, I know. He is dying. His eyes are looking at me and his body is struggling. 

At this moment, I remember that there are three people in my neighbor’s family, the man, his wife, and their daughter. This is definitely a fortunate and unfortunate family. I know the fact although we are not intimate. The family members all love each other. I can still remember the day that they invited me to attend their daughter’s five-year-old birthday party—I have never had a birthday party before—but I refused. I can imagine what happened to this unfortunate family from a piece of cloth clinging in the man’s hand: the husband got the disease unluckily and the wife bring him outside of the house, for he was too weak to resist, for her daughter’s safety. 

The man looks at me with desperate eyes. 

“Kill….me….”

I do not know what it would feel like to be infected with the Black Death, but I guess it does not feel well. “Kill…me…please.” He would rather die at once than suffer any more. I observe around and see a huge rock next to me.