FOUND RECORDED ON A HANDHELD DEVICE IN BURLINGTON, ONTARIO, DATED APPROXIMATELY JULY 2014 - 60 YEARS AGO.
You wanna know what terror is? Really know it? Lemme tell you how the jungle came to be everything, and its law became absolute.
came from nowhere, twisted figments of factured remnants from some
other existence, these things weren't the fuel of nightmares - they were
the fire, and we a dry forest to be consumed.
description could detail the devils we saw - the empty Hell in their
expressions - eyes a vibrant, cold cobalt, ringing an angelic beauty
through a dead gaze that spoke only hunger, like the simple truth
equated our deaths to their survival...their sustenance.
calm was the worst of it. Watch 'em pull off a limb like plucking an
apple and eat it with the same resolved nature with which we would once
have enjoyed a leg of chicken. We had gotten so comfortable at the top,
we failed to realize that the food chain might have a missing link - and
it might be higher than us. We've gone from lions to gazelles, except
we're nowhere near fast enough. I've seen these things catch our fastest
vehicles, tear engines out single-handed and reach through a windshield
like cellophane to get at their meal.
You wanna know what terror
is? It's watching something with every advantage consuming the flesh
that was once you, and treating your screams as nothing more than a
soundtrack to a dinner party.
There was no big invasion, no epic
battle or pre-emptive warning. One day, they just walked among us. All
eight feet of 'em. About one for every twenty or so of us. And they
started eating. There's no struggle on their part - they'll lift us up
like a parent holding up a petulant child and they'll do what they will.
Our bodies can't hurt 'em. Our bullets can't hurt 'em. When the army
tried to do what little they could, shit...these things were catchin'
shells like basketballs in summertime.
Your best bet is to move
as a group. These things aren't social...they don't hunt in packs. When
you see one, I promise - it's seen you first. One of you is going to die
then and there. The bigger your group, the higher a probability you
make it out alive. Travel by yourself? Well...you'll last until you
You wanna know what terror is? It's knowing that
we're just flies, buzzing aimlessly around in a world newly populated
with cruel children.
God...remember everything we did?
The science...the technology...the culture
We're running out of ears for Beethoven to ring in...
I mean, what was the point of naming all the stars we did?
These things don't care where Cassiopeia sits in the sky.
All they care about is where we are, and when to eat us.
All they care about