Francisca heart was hammering in her chest. Everything in her body ached. She lowered herself to her knees. She pushed herself too hard. She had overexerted herself. Francisca knew that her health had been less than ideal - she was almost always sick - but she never expected the night to take so much out of her. She needed rest, and some water…
She saw the cloud of black smoke, and she knew what it meant. She had seen him a handful of times in her life before, but he never paid her much mind while he was collecting. Now, she was the reason for his visit. Her time had come.
Francisa: “No! Not yet! My family - My daughter, my grandchildren…they need me!”
She struggled to get back on her feet, but her chest erupted. The pain radiated through her, and dragged her back down to her knees. It was unbearable. Her body felt like it was being ripped in two, and as death solidified, as he approached the spot where she knelt, the pain only became worse. It clouded her vision, it rang in her ears: this was it. She was dying.