Back when I was just starting to write stuff I wrote a story about a driver of a converted garbage trunk and the mechanical arm on the side was used to pick up bodies. And he drove around every morning and picked up dead bodies. And people had to get body bags at post offices. And this plague was dropping people in the millions. It got published in one of the many little zines churning out stuff back then. Most of them are gone now and I'm sure my story is long forgotten.
As the story went on, the driver was kind of an outcast. People didn't want to go near him. He started using that to his advantage and got some weird-looking liquid in a spray bottle. The mere threat of it sent people running. And that was my plague story.