Day 3: Sickness

Today we were asked too go to a lower section of town where a wall had been built to keep people into a certain section of town.
The reason being is that "The rot" a nasty disease to catch where the inflicted are decaying even though they are alive they walk around like a zombie until eventually the body gives out and dies.
We were ordered to keep the people in... there were so many... Asking to be cured, cries of "I'm not inffected" and pleas for death.
I had to come up with something so I asked the guard captain to gather the best alchemists they had to try and make a cure for the people and I gave them the last of the fungus I used to help Cyrus in order to help.
However it would be a few days before the cure is done and not everyone was willing to wait that long as they rotted away.
Artie suggested making a poison to give the people for mercy.
It was at this time I stepped back from the conversation.
I was always told to use my magic for good but when the time calls for it not even my magic can help those who are suffering.
In the end some people asked for death and Reeze along with the guards shot them down, some waited for the poison and others for the cure.
In this time however we noticed someone side out of the barricade who was clearly infected we could not let this spread so our team immediately struck him down with firebolts.
 
The day was done there many people died some by arrow others by the poison Mr Artie provided.
 
It's times like these when I wonder what would Cyrus do he would have found a solution even a cure unlike me who later found out that no one survived that day.
 
I sit here now writing this, Mordy in my lap and my friends asleep in their beds.
 
It's times like these when I know I have to be strong I know I can't fail but when all of this happens I just want to go back to the library..................
(The rest of the page is unreadable due to the ink running down the page through a water based substance on the pages)