Oh god, oh god, oh god. I... I think they are surrounding me. It was a fucking trap! I should have known better. No one was here. It was just a mother fucking hanging piece of glass. I am such an asshole. FUCK! I knew they were on my trail. I knew better than to come into this building. The 15th floor? What was I thinking? It took me a week just to get up here. I got the flak jacket but it just cut me in the rbs where tht jagged hole was. I patched myself up pretty well, and I found some cleaning alcohol and bandages, but I am feeling weak now. The air seems thicker, it feels harder to breath.

I stopped on the tenth floor for a day to re-dress my wound, and to check to see if I was being followed. That was when I saw them. Their shadows are the only way to see them during the day. They are cloaked but for some reason they still cast a shadow. That was one of the ways we first learned to semi-effectively defend ourselves from them. But they adapted quickly. They had no thermal signature, didn't show up on night vision, but they cast shadows. Our military started attatching high powered lights to our tanks and our mobile units. It worked for a short amount of time. But, just like every other strategy we implemented against them, they were fast to adapt. They just used swarm tactics and overpowered us. It didn't matter

They must be getting complacent, They are walking the streets not worrying about hiding or ambushing. This does not bode well for me. That means they don't think there are any threats nearby. Shit! They are coming into the building! Oh god I knew that this was a bad decision. I will not let them capture me. I can't. I am going to the roof. I set the computer up to transcribe my voice. I love technology. These things do not have good hearing. I have sneezed right next to a scout squad of them while I was hiding behind a wall, and none of them reacted. So, I am not afraid to talk. But, their vision is beyond incredible. Any minute movement, within their scope of view and you are a dead man. They are incredible hunters. I figure I have about 20 minutes to get to the roof. That is five floors, that is four minutes per floor. I can't run because they will see the dust falling, so I have to be deliberate with my movement. I should be able to do it though...

Alright, I have gotten through two floors, three more to go. I haven't heard or seen any signs of them yet, and I have been checking my trail pretty consistently. All of the doors in this building were closed. That is pretty unique. Most of the other buildings I have been in have had doors blown off or hanging wide open from the wind or just left open when they were abandoned. Actually, I have not seen an open door yet in this building. Infact, I had to open the door toget into the room with the fucking glass. Shit this really was a rap I bet they had all of these doors triggered with alarms. Shit! How could I be so dumb. Okay, here is the plan. I am going to open every door that I pass for the next three floors. Tis might alert them that I am here, but they know already. They always know. This should at least confuse them a little bit. They will have to clear out every room. Okay, here goes nothing...

There... there is a door open on the second to last floor. What do I do? Could it be someone else... I, I hear movement. Shit I am caught, Fuck! I am going to die!


what the fu...

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"(VOICE NOT RECOGNIZED)

What? wait , I have been looking for so long... They. Wait! We need to hide! They are coming! I saw them come into the building! We need to go! We need to hide! We need toget the fuck out of here!

"Shit! you brought them right to me? I was fine for so long, I was safe!"

You were fucking alone! I have been looking for people for so long. Thank, fucking, god.

"Well it isn't going to do either of us much good if they catch us. Come on, I have a way out."


Is this place booby trapped? All of the doors are closed? I haven't seen anything like it for the last month. Did you do this?

"I am a marine, my name is John. Yes this place is booby trapped, and yes I closed all of the doors and I have placed explosives in the building. We need to go. Now."


Thank fucking god.


We are the weak being led throught the valley of darkness

I remember when everything started to go wrong. Comcast, had been caught controlling their download rates, their network bandwidth and power. All, without congress' permission, and they had been caught. There was a whole big to-do about net neutrality, and how Comcast had undermined the citizens of the country. That's why we'd known about the invasion so early on. "They" had hacked our system. A young programmer in Japan was the first to notice. He was a member of an Internet watch-dog group that had been scanning and surveying the Internet for signs of cheating by the big companies. His group was one of the many that had been hot on Comcasts tail. I forget his name now, it seems like it was so long ago. I think it was Yamamoto, or something like that. He caught their signal. At first he thought it was one of the big corporations getting cocky. But as he and many others started to look closer, they realized this code was like nothing they had ever seen.

That is when the American Government jumped in. They shut down access to the Internet from any American IP address. They said it was for our safety. Do you know what happens when an investment banker can't check his or her stock in the morning, while in line for a cup of star schmucks? Chaos, that is what. There was looting in the streets for two days before things got turned back on. I am still unsure of how the US Government even did it. The Internet providers must have had more control than we thought at the time. Not that it made a difference in the end... I remember this article I read in the paper. It was an investigative report. I, I think I still have it somewhere around here... Here is something kind of similar. Even our own government was at the disposal of the telecoms. Everything I owned has been destroyed by the invasion or the elements. I have left so many pieces of me strewn about this city.

The bottom line was that people realized they were having control of their choices taken out of their hands. This was not okay. America was definitely not at the forefront of this movement. We should have been, but, we were too preoccupied with the war, and our economy to see the signs. Thankfully, there was a contingent of our population that was paying attention to this whole mess. It was the younger generation that saw the importance of ridding the world of net neutrality. They understood what a free internet meant to not just America, but the world and how we all communicate with each other. With the support of burgeoning companies like google, the US was slowly able to build a movement against the regulation of the Internet. By the time we had a strong enough movement to make a difference, "they" were already on their way.

Yamamoto, or, whatever his name was, recognized that there was something different about the interference that he was experiencing with his broadband connection. He had been a target of his provider for a while, and had become an active member in the fight against net neutrality. He and a few of his friends, some in fairly high places, started to break down the code. What they found confused them. It was not the advocates for regulation of the Internet. It wasn't hackers either. This was like nothing they had ever seen before. The math seemed to make sense, but it was so complex that they couldn't figure out what it meant. That is when the UN was brought in to recruit help from outside sources. Many people had a go at the code. We seemed to be getting closer. We started to understand what it all meant right as the invasion began. We were just too slow to react. They invaded so quickly we had no way of scrambling our defenses in time. The fight was over before it began.

The funny thing is, if more severe regulation of the Internet had been passed through congress and other governments, we would have probably had a better chance to defend ourselves. But, this is a double edge sword in and of itself. China, with its government regulated Internet access, was one of the first countries to intercept the code. They broke it down and secretly set up their defenses. This was both a blessing and a curse. China was able to put up the best fight against the aliens, but because they activated their military so early, they quickly became the primary target of the invasion. China was the first to be attacked. They were hit hard. The rest of the planet tried to scramble their defenses, but it was far too late. We were all caught off-guard. The rest, as you know, is history.


I came to a realization yesterday as the sun was setting. I have no defense. No protection. I am planning on running into a building that could very possibly be a trap. I need to protect myself. I need to protect what I may be. The last free human. I have been thinking for so long about hiding, cowering in the shadows. I can't continue with that frame of mind if I am going to get anything done besides starve to death. Laying awake every night staring at the ceiling. I am setting up some booby traps around the location I have been in for the last few days. I will set up a dummy, so that if I have been spied on by whoever that is in that building, I will have surprise on my side. I have found some flak jackets from soldiers who were either killed or taken prisoner. There is one just outside of the building I am staying in. There is a hole in one side but it is better than nothing. They are really heavy though. I will have to weigh my options.

These things are mortal. They can die. There were just so many of them when they invaded. They were like a swarm of bees. They powered through our defenses they broke through windows. Many of them died, but there were so many that we were never able to make any sort of dent in their offensive. I remember seeing footage of them running through the streets, trampling humans and their own not caring about who got in the way of their horde. The screams I heard then were terrifying, but the silence I hear now chills my blood. Where are they? Where are all of the aliens and all of the humans, where is anyone? I haven't heard a dog bark in three weeks. Tonight I cross the street, into the building where I saw the hand move.

Since I moved up those four blocks I have not been able to see up to the window. I am too close. I have been keeping a close eye on the building but I have not seen anyone or anything leave. Once I am in the building I will need to move slow and quiet. I may be out of communication for a few days. If someone receives this message, or finds it. Please follow the IP address I will either be here, with the computer, or in the building directly across on the 15th floor. Wish me luck.

I need this, I need this to be real. Someone is up there. I saw the signal. It was easier than I expected to go the four blocks to get this far. But I am so tired. So weak. I need this to be real. Where is the military? where are the other survivors? Are they all as scared as me, seeing silence as the only way to survive? I have scoured the land and the internet. I have been looking for recently updated anything. There is nothing. WHY!? Okay, okay. I am leaving, I will talk to you soon.


There is someone else. I mean, I think there is. Thats gotta be someone. There... There is a light down the street. I saw it a few days ago, when I was searching the building for food. I was on the 15th floor, making my way downstairs before dusk settled. The light, it flashes in some pattern. I thought it was morse code at first. But I checked online, and it just doesn't translate. But yesterday, I swear I saw someone adjust it. I saw an arm! I thought about yelling, but I know the way these things work.

They are out there during the day. I can't see them, but I know they are there. When a pebble comes loose in the middle of an empty street, I know what is there. I have heard terrible things during the day, as I hide... The light changed patterns last night. It is faster. More urgent. I need to communicate with this person. I plan on moving down the street tonight.

I have almost been caught twice. The first time, I hadn't slept for five days. I couldn't see straight. I was desperate for food. That was the only reason I even left my room. I had opened the door and was about to step out of the doorway, when one crossed right in front of me. It was across the street. But I saw its silhouette. Right in fucking front of me. I thought for sure it would see me. But it just kept moving along. I must have still been in the shadows.
That night I learned to stay in those shadows, and never to leave them.

The second time, was just an unlucky circumstance. I was well rested and well fed. It was near the beginning. That seems like it was so long ago. Shit. I was home with my fami... oh god. My family. My friends they are all gone. I saw them kill my parents. My father tried to protect us. He ran for his gun, but they were everywhere. I still am unsure of how I got away. My god they were everywhere. Like a swarm of bees... That was third day of the land invasion. They knew where to attack. Beijing, Tokyo, London, Sydney, Moscow, New York, all of the big cities with the large populations. They knew what they were doing. They overpowered us. All of us. I don't know why I'm alive.

I am going to leave just after sunset. I have found some food and I will eat so that I have enough energy to make it that far. I am going four blocks. I think I am going to set up camp directly across the street. So that I can scout the situation a bit better. I hope my mind isn't playing tricks on me. I am at my wits end anyways. This would be one of the last nails in the coffin. I need this to be real.

I need to go to that light. I'm leaving soon.I must prepare. If I can find one person, someone to keep hope alive. I am so close to loosing it. I can feel myself slipping. I just need help. I need something. Anything.


It has taken me way longer to get 6 blocks than I thought. I have found a building that allows me access to the internet, but I need to get that radio. Maybe it won't do me a lick of good, but I need something to live for right now. The streets are so quiet. The birds don't even sing.

It has been weird these last few days. Power to the city has been fluctuating on and off about a dozen times a day. I think they must be testing something. There have been less of them on the streets at night. I finally got a half-decent look at one of them.

They are about four or four and a half feet tall. They aren't skinny like in the movies, they are wiry but they look fairly strong. They drag the people they find, they look like they are dragging rag dolls. Their heads are big but not like the movies, they are more... streamlined. Like a mix of Alien and Mars Attacks, I know it sounds crazy.

I have seen less bodies. I get sick thinking about what they may be doing with those people, my parents... My sister.

I am going to try to make it across the street to the Radio Shack tomorrow. It looks like the building is still structurally sound. But, they destroyed the building right next door, so I will have to be careful.

I haven't eaten for five days now. The food that I was able to stockpile was left in the library basement when they destroyed it. I found some scraps here and there but with the power having been off for so long, and all of the looting, there is not much left. I will search this building tonight, when I feel that it is safe enough.

Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have the CB, another form of communication. If you are receiving these messages please help. I have no idea what is going on outside of this city. But I have been having nightmares of the possibilities since the invasion occurred. Please, find me, I don't know how much longer I can survive.


The boiler room worked out well enough for me. The power lasted about three days before I ran out of gas for the generator., and after that I found the old coal furnace and used that to at least stay warm for another day. Now I must move. They seem to have lost interest in this building, but I have seen what they do to things that have no use to them, it is not pretty. It seems that they don't use combustion, like a bomb or bullets, I never heard any explosions. Just the sound of the buildings collapsing.

I still have received no messages, but I only have this limited resource at my disposal. So I am planning on going out into the city tonight, I am going to try to get down to the Radio Shack on Polk St. I need a CB Radio, they have batteries there too. I figure that is a reliable form of communication that will pick up most any signal in the area. I hope the place wasn't looted too bad. I, oh god... What is that light? No! Not now! Dammit I thought I had more ti...

...the, the building is still standing, but the sounds... Oh, god the sounds. The building sounds like it's crying. It... it sounds like in those submarine movies when they start going too deep and the hull starts to collapse. It's as if the walls are sinking. This place is made of fucking marble! The stone is starting to crumble, dammit I need to get out of here. Uh, backpack, charger, phone, gun, ok, oh shit picture! I need to leave. FUCK! it's still light out. Shit, shit, shit! OK uh, FIND ME I AM ON THE MOVE! I will try to stay in the tenderloin district. Please someone... fast. *click*


I have been out of commission for the last few days. They shut down the power downtown. These things are smart. God bless government buildings and their generators. The trick was finding it to turn it on. I am only comfortable with moving at night. Thats the only time I can see them. I still don't know what they look like. I have seen their eyes. They glow at night. They look like mother of pearl. They don't blink. There are so many of them.

It took me 2 days to get down from the 3rd floor of the library down to the basement safely. I have been searching for some kind of info on these things. Hoping that someone has posted some kind of knowledge on them. So far this and this are the best I can find. As I said I haven't found much.

I am hiding out in the boiler room now. There is only one way in or out. I locked the door. Hopefully I am safe. I am afraid I have locked myself into my own coffin. Please help. Someone, anyone.

Oh, god I am hungry.


WOW, sorry.

A mouse here in the library just made me jump across the room. These "things" really are that silent... as a mouse. I am not sure if I have slept. I may have passed out a few days ago for a while. this place seems relatively safe, it is quiet here, so I can listen for them better. What was my last post? Oh yeah.

On Thursday morning The U.S. President announced martial law on the entire country, he said it was a matter of national and world security. Governments all over the world tried to cover up what was really happening. They censored many of the major news stations. The flow of information was shut down. That is when things went from bad to worse. With our own government keeping us in the dark, and with as heavy of a military presence as our dwindling armed forces could muster, a suffocating claustrophobic presence fell over the country. It was almost palpable. People started looting, there were more suicides, many radicals moved out west to the deserts hoping to escape whatever seemed so imminent. We heard minimal news from other countries, but from what I gathered it was much the same throughout most of the rest of the world. Japan lost nearly an eighth of its population to sepuku in one day, after the announcement made by their Prime Minister. Of course I have no way of confirming that, but if it is like this over there, I wouldn't be surprised.

Invasion (I-day) + 22 February 7th, 2008

I am not sure why I am doing this. I am just hoping for some sort of connection, if you are out there please respond! I haven't looked out the window for three days. They are silent, but I can hear them, I follow the screams. But those have become less and less frequent now. I guess part of why I am doing this is so that there is some record of what has happened. The weird news stories began showing up about a week into January, some time around the sixth or seventh. There were numerous reports of people seeing things in the sky, and shadowy figures on the ground. Most people disregarded these stories in the beginning. But as the week wore on there was just too much weird shit going on to deny that something was actually happening.

The U.S. government announced a press conference would be held on Thursday January tenth. Many other countries quickly followed suit. This global governmental push made it clear that there was something actually happening, that this all wasn't just some screwed up joke. On January ninth, I was walking through my office and I could hear people murmuring about the seriousness of the situation. It had been reported that there were mass suicides throughout the world as fear of the unkno