Status: Four part Short story

White, Red, Black and Pale

Famine

When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"
Famine, he who rides the black horse and carries a pair of measuring scales.
He weighed the bread and the barley before passing it to the twelve tribes after a days work, but the price of oil and wine shall not be touched, so as to continue the practices of Christianity.
In his quarter of the Earth his mere presence will make you crave that which you want most, you will crave and crave, then you shall consume or partake until blessed death finds you.
Famine is the worst, but just as bad as the others, for you will do anything for that which you crave.
Unless you are empty.
Famine rides faster than merchants and faster than the seasons.
You cannot outrun your hearts desires.