Apocalypse

The outbreak started months ago,
The dead began to rise.
Feeding on the flesh and bone,
No understanding in their eyes.
Running franticallly from fear,
Taking shots until they fell.
What has brought upon this plague,
Made earth a living hell?
In this diary I have kept,
hope within my mind.
Maybe one day, later on,
My thoughts someone will find.
I fell today, I lost all hope.
They took my son and wife.
This is my last entry, thus,
Tonight I end my life.