Day 1,640

The creatures were sneaky, I'll give them that. They'd clearly been studying us for long enough to know where we'd be most likely to hide and the easiest ways to break into our shelters, bunkers and hideouts. After a while of utter silence we began seeing posts from other survivors, ones who were living in unconventional places and managing to thrive in spite of the odds.

People were hiding in scrapyards, warehouses, recycling plants - we were anywhere the creatures weren't. Five of us stayed in one of those gigantic storage facilities for almost eight months, living on whatever people had left behind and occasionally managing to sneak into the nearby coffee shop for further supplies.

We could have stayed there longer but we got too cocky and were seen. We didn't know how until a survivor living in the supply tunnels under the mayor's office told us how she'd seen them using the city's CCTV network to note down who was where and how many.

She told us to break our patterns and find somewhere less hospitable, less observable, to hide and we never heard from her again. Slowly but surely we all organised an exodus from civilisation back into the surrounding wilderness without thinking that the creatures might have first spawned there.

With most of the world dead, we had nothing to tell us otherwise and people don't tend to live long enough to make detailed observations on the very things that are driving us to the brink of extinction. We came across their nests without really knowing what they were - all we saw were sinkholes full of broken rocks... strangely hollow rocks but just rocks to us.

The deeper in we got, the worse our internet signals became until we lost track of each other, of every other survivor in the world and our world shrunk to the three of us. Somewhere in the forest we lost two people in utter silence and didn't even notice until morning came and their tents were gently packed up by the same inhuman hands that had left their skins hanging up nearby.

So now we're living day by day, writing things that will never be read and waiting to see who else will get taken overnight, if any. It's been almost four weeks of walking and waiting and walking some more and at this point I think we're all ready to go.

The suspense of living is somehow so much worse than the thought of dying.