1. Christopher Hamilton
12/9/14
Hum2210-136333
The Inevitable Dance
The decaying corpses emit a pungent stench that envelops the air, and ultimately
remains as a reminder of what is to come of the rest of us. It’s oblivious to that my body
can no longer withstand this endeavor to live, and I am weakening tremendously as each
sun passes. I succumb to the endearing pain every night; I bathe myself in rose water and
vinegar to alleviate my agony, buy it is to no avail. The swelling and bleeding has
become fatal and unbearable; it is inevitable that my turn to dance shall soon liberate me
from this turmoil.
It was only but a week ago when a dreadful fever began to settle in and boil the
blood that ran through my veins. This fever was unlike anyone other fever I’ve ever
experienced as the severity immediately began to wear on my health. It seemed as if the
air burned with imaginary flames around me. Following the fever I then began to
experience painful swelling around my groin and armpit. The swellings persisted
spreading all over my body, and becoming as large as fists.
I continued to worsen, and an outbreak of black and red spots began to encompass
my arms, and thighs. A rash develops shorty after striking my entire body with piercing
pain. As exhausted as I was I could not sleep through the pain. Fever still thriving, my
temperature soars to the extent where my brain and nerves are hindered. As the disease
continued to engulf me I became delusional. I struggled to navigate myself as I stumble
and flail my limbs in an uncontrollable manner. My speech deteriorated to complete

2. Christopher Hamilton
12/9/14
Hum2210-136333
ignorance as I hardly could convey simple thoughts anymore. Ironically, as I deteriorated
physically, the more it made for a perfect dance.
It has now been roughly seven days, and I am just saving the morsels of life that I
have remaining. The area around my armpits and groin are completely covered with
large, painful swellings; the swellings are causing bleeding and infection underneath my
skin as I can see the change in color to yellow and purple. After a short period of
accumulation the swellings begin to bleed. I can no longer stop the bleeding, so blood
and puss seeps out of every opening of my body. Swelling past its potential, my neck has
now become extensively infected.
There is no longer anything else I can do, nor am I sure if there ever was anything
that was to any avail. I changed my diet to bread, fruits, and vegetables in hopes to avoid
tainted food. Fearing that the disease was in the blood, I lanced the boils in order to exile
the disease from the body. Medicines were practically useless as I tried the variety of
them. At my most utter time of despair I turned to witchcraft to escape this agony
without death, but it is inevitable.
With death closely lurking in my shadows, I now begin to wonder why and how
all of this tragedy is possible? If God truly does exist, then why would he complacently
watch his people suffer in anguish? I bombard myself with numerous critical questions
without ending. Maybe our conduct has angered God, and he must now teach us of our
wrongs. Could this be God’s way of punishing mankind with merciless wrath? What
could we have done to anger God this much? What can we do to ease his anger?

3. Christopher Hamilton
12/9/14
Hum2210-136333
With numerous unanswered questions I lie on my deathbed and contemplate what
is to become of me now. My breathing is beginning to slow, my heavy eyes close
without authorization, and I begin to enter complete silence. I feel a cold, bony touch to
my hand as my eyes flutter open. I grab the hand and begin hover as if my body held no
weight. The hand that comforted me was the hand of death accompanied by a few more
corpses that gracefully move about the room. There was no more pain, nor agony as I
moved loosely and freely. In the heat of the moment I realized that the inevitability
bestowed upon me with this disease has fulfilled it’s faith as I dance away with death to
my final resting place.