Day 2,014

At first we wondered where the children were. Within the hour we prayed they were dead, it would have been a kinder fate. Anything would have been kinder than finding all those empty cribs, following the trail of blood, hair and feathers and finding out where it all ended.

It wasn't the nun's fault. They were only trying to do God's work and help a lost child. It may not have been a human child and it may have called its family to the orphanage like fresh blood calls a swarm of flies but it was still a child and they meant no harm when they took it in for the night.

Perhaps if the locals went out to check on the place more often than once a month, we might have found survivors. Instead we were eventually summoned to investigate only to find row upon row of empty beds and broken cribs and hastily barricaded rooms torn apart.

We didn't know when we'd find their bodies but we prepared ourselves for the worst. We couldn't have been prepared to find them alive - we sure as hell couldn't have expected them to be hunting us. I scarcely recognised them as humans at all and would have shot them on sight if one of them hadn't laughed at the fear on our faces.