Black Death — R. Karl Largent

THE PLAGUE

It rose from the grave of a long-forgotten cemetery -- virulent, brutally infectious.

THE VICTIMS

The people of Half Moon Bay began to die, their bodies twisted in agonizing pain, their skin ruptured and torn, their blood turned to a thick viscous ooze. Once they contracted the disease, death was near -- but it could not come quickly enough to ease their exquisite suffering. There was no antidote, no cure, for the… BLACK DEATH

What God created in six days, the plague could destroy in seven. And time was running out…