Survivor Log #1

Frankly, I do not know where to begin with. This whole massacre just seemed to happen out of nowhere; as if it was a punishment for our sins we've committed throughout our whole lives.

Before the whole event started a day ago, many people reported seeing a unidentified flying object. No, it isn't like the ship the aliens use. It is a large entity who had wings in its back, with no legs and no arms, and most noticeably, floating hands aswell.

But wait a minute... if this "UFO" has no arms, how does it have hands? This is so confusing. Even confusing enough that this thing doesn't seem like a "UFO" anymore, it's more of a entity that proclaims to be a god. Yes, it considered itself a "god". No time for a long story though, I am hiding in the shelter as I write this log. I'm ending this log now. To anyone who reads this, good luck, you'll need it.

Survivor Log #6

It's been a week now since this catastrophe happened. It feels like I am in some sort of after-the-end situation. I hear a few of screams nowadays, assuming that they're being attacked by some entities that lurk outside, breaking in.

However, last night I had some strange nightmare that I cannot even describe fully. I was in a post-apocalyptic world. The rest of the cities were destroyed; there were corpses everywhere. Even the trees were here as well, but they're not as you would expect the trees to look like.

The trees were made out of flesh, and they have faces everywhere, screaming for years to come. I couldn't bear the screaming, but I tried to ignore it anyway.

As I wandered through the now-condemned world, I saw something that seemed to have horns and a crown. It stared at me; asking if I wanted to be his crook. Before I could reply, I woke up in a cold sweat.

I have a lot of questions lying through my mind. Who was the king? Why was the world destroyed? Why is there trees everywhere? Are the trees the souls of his victims?

My hands are shaking as I am writing this log, I am struggling to write this log. I can only write for so long. End.

Survivor Log #12

I am more than just terrified, I am fucking horrified. The unexpectancy before the apocalypse is starting to tie together...

I just saw someone breaking into my house. Everybody can't see its true presence, but I can. It has the same wings as the winged being, and I can feel its utter presence alright. It is hunting me down as I write this, if I make a noise in the shelter I will be fucking dead. This event is possibly caused by THAT thing.

What I am saying is, the winged being seems to have gone under disguise, looking like a red-outlined person. Something is NOT right. Whatever that entity is, I know HE started it. I must know where HE came from. I MUST KNOW.

Survivor Log #13

I NEED TO KNOW WHERE HE CAME FROM I CAN'T GO A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT KNOWING HIS EXISTENCE AND HIS ORIGINS I NEED TO KNOW I NEED KNOW I TO KNOWW

The rest of the log is scribbled out.