September 28th, 2045
They claim to know, but do they really have any idea what it’s like out here?
They give those speeches, those false promises of what ‘we’ and ‘you’ will receive for doing this or that for them. They lie….they always lie. It’s been hard out here, there are no breaks, it's just shelling non stop. Something has to give, we cannot take much more. Those captains and so called leaders will pay, they will know what it's like deep in the trenches. We will teach them….
October 2nd, 2045
Today Gray died, he was posted to the north guard. No one knows how it happened, they just found his lower half and tags in the tower. It had a good meal it seems, I just pray Gray went quick...I hope we all do. Those things are getting more bold, they even attack in the light of day now, what can we really do? I can’t think of such things though, I have to report at 2100 to the north tower. May the seeker watch over me.
October 3rd, 2045
The first night was not as bad as I was told, the screams from the tree line were unsettling but it’s not new here. I think back over last night while eating my breakfast, it was odd I believe, but I am not sure. I have to report back tonight, I should rest. May the seeker watch over me.
I know I should not write this while on duty, but I can hear her voice coming from the trees. This should not be possible right? I thought we lost her, yet I can hear her clear as day crying out my name. I need to ignore this, no? What if we were wrong? Seeker please watch over me….
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October 4th, 2045
I was told by James that the woods play tricks on our mind. I’m not sure I believe him, but I will for now push last night out of my mind. I only pray tonight will be easier. There were reports of the eastern front getting hit, but no injured have come from there. We wonder if any survived but our C.O.s claim they are in control and it is not lost. No one trusts them anymore, I must rest, may the seeker watch over me.
October 5th, 2045
Nothing happened last night on duty, but why do I feel so off? Something is watching the camp from the trees. I’ve seen figures moving around the tree line, I fear they are in the camp. I see someone I do not recognize, no new soldiers have arrived at the camp. Seeker watch over us.
October 6th, 2045
There was an attack last night. The enemy mortared the camp at 0300 and caught most off guard. Twenty dead so far, I pray no more. We are moving to Alpha 23-C, this is the farthest back we have retreated in the last 3 years of this war. Seeker watch over us.
October 8th, 2045
The enemy does not stalk us yet it does, it is not the enemy of our nation and Lord. No, this is something foul, the screams from the rear guard have made the line fall into disarray. Caption claims it is all the woods at work, I do not trust him. We are marching to our doom. The Seeker has forsaken us.
October 10th, 2045
We made it to outpost Hope, ironic name as this is where we all die. The beast of the woods is something far worse than we could ever understand, we have made a monster in our arrogant pride. I only hope someone finds this, I’m sorry I could not explain more. Just know, the woods of D.C. are not safe! DO NOT COME BACK! We have lost the capital to them. Prepare, May the Seeker protect us.