Day 1,981

They might have been cows once, or maybe deer. It was hard to tell when they were just vague cloudish shaped things that tore up the ground with unseen jaws and let it drop, like they were trying to eat but couldn't stay solid for long enough to. To make matters worse, they travelled in a herd of several thousand.

It's not a bad sight, per se, just unnerving. You'd think they'd stop at night or during bad weather like tye would have when they were alive but, whatever they are, they seem to realise that nothing really affects them and nothing can stop them either... not that we'd know what to try.

The main theory is that they came from the famine lands, thousands of bare acres where a combination of bad weather and several generations using harsh insecticides killed the land beyond repair. Few could afford to move out of the area and fewer still were reluctant to sell their livestock.

Nobody wants to come forward with any kind of death toll but the roaming ghosts of their actions speak for themselves in their silent, perpetual hunger. Maybe they'll stop when they reach the ocean or maybe they'll stop when they finally circle back around to where it all began.

All we can say for sure is that they can't be stopped.