The plague is spreading so quickly,
Looking like zombies outside.
Hide and seek,
Hiding from relatives with the virus.
Coughing up organs,
Within our last few days.
Too bad we don't last long.
I lost hope,
So much hope.
I see them stumbling along the path.
We stuff flowers into our clothing to repel the smell of death.
Looking for survivors,
Not many left.
Sprinting from the pain,
Tripping over corpses,
Running away.
A long pause...
We all fall down.
