> I have no memory of making this journal entry, dated 5/3/14, but reading it I feel like I can recall some of the details, but Im not sure if they are from other dreams that have mixed togather so I wont try to fill them in. Reading this is like reading a journal from another life, since I had no memort of it before I read it at least twice. 

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It started in darkness.

I had lost count of how many nights they had thrown themselves against us.

Cold bodies with pointed ears and distended mouths struggled against me, I could only see grey outlines in the predawn light, enough to see their hunger and their hate.  The grey eventually brightened to a light blue, and they started to relent, not eager to be in the field at dawn. As the first golden rays of dawn shown over the grass covered hills to the east there were none left standing before us.

We had held another night, but we were so few now and each night their numbers and ferocity seemed undiminished. As the sun climbed in the sky, they retreated to the fringe of the forest south of us, there were caves deeper inside where they would shelter once the sun was more directly over head, but for now they only withdrew to the shadows of the trees. They would watch us there till the sun drove them back, then they would come back closer to dusk to watch us again, waiting for the last of the light to fade. The only sign they were there at all was the defused light reflecting from their gleaming white teeth.

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Once it was full daylight the refugees emerged from their hiding places behind our lines, they knew we were close to breaking, that we may not hold another night. They trudged to the railroad tracks, haggard desperate looking people, hoping that a train would stop for them today or that one of the abandoned ones would come to life. Even if one did stop, I knew it had no hope of making it to a safe area before sunset, and nothing could outrun them in the dark.  Still they waited, searching for an escape from the nightmare their reality had become. As I did every day I moved among them, urging them to fight with us, but they looked at fighting only as a path to death.

Then the unexpected happened, rumble in the distance grew over several minutes, a train was coming. It was a passenger train, and it had seen better days. It slowed to a near stop, there was something wrong that I could not put my finger on. It was still the morning, so it would have had to been moving during the night, and nothing could outrun them at night. I tried to warn the people, but panic and a hope of escape closed their ears to me. They climbed aboard the train as it began to accelerate again, finally everything wrong with the train came together. All of the windows in the passenger cars were blacked out, the occupants of the train did not cheer on or try to fight the refugees and none tried to disembark. As it pulled away, people that were not close enough or fast enough to get on chased after it as it pulled into the distance. Over the sound of the engine and cars we could hear faint screaming.

Trying to take advantage of the crowd drawn by the train's arrival, I started to recruit supply runners, stretcher bearers, or anyone willing to even contribute to the fight. As the day went on, I gathered a handful of volunteers, none willing to fight, but maybe it was enough that they would deliver weapons and supplies. By the time I finished their instructions and assigned them to their sections the sun was only a short distance above the western horizon. I could see the light reflecting from the teeth in the shadows of the forest, and hear the sound they made. The kicking of rocks and snapping of branches, and whispered growl, like hunger pains of thousands of stomachs.

This night would be bad.