This is not at all meant to be taken as a serious fanfiction or anything, my mind just tends to wander as I write or am given prompts.
It's the year 1895. Jack Whitetree is a hardworking doctor, struggling with an alcohol addiction and the loss of his wife. As a strange plague begins to flood the city, Jack finds himself struggling as he needs to figure out where his priorities lie. But when an odd boy shows up talking about his wife's ghost, and wei...