"The Bakers are now sick, too. Father took us to the city to keep us from getting infected. He says that they can work with the other Apothecaries to find a cure for the Plague. Most of Brill is sick. I'm surprised none of us have gotten it. Father has told me not to leave to go to the library. I hope he finds a cure. Liz's mother...it was terrifying! I hope Liz doesn't come back, too... I miss our walks by the lake. She was my best friend."
She read the paper a few more times, her mousey face scrunched up in dismay and more confusion than usual. She thought to toss it in the trash, but stayed her hand just before she let it join the fliers and leaflets in the trash basket. ...if someone found a piece of my journal from the time before, I'd want it back. Maybe I'll hold onto it, in case someone comes looking for it. She stuffed the letter in her bag to join a sea of loose papers, half eaten food and a leaky flask before heading inside for the night.
(( I dunno what this is, but seeing as there was a big rp thing with some misaddressed/whatever letter Nymaway got, I figured I'd post it up here. Seemed pretty similar. I'll post anymore that I receive.))