The lands have been covered in fire and blood for as long as I can remember. There is no "safe" place anymore. That is why people run. What path they choose determines what they are running for. Some people run to live, that is where my family falls. Others run to die, to allow those who strive to live a chance to do so. The invaders do not kill everyone, but those who live under the invaders wish for death. They're screams are almost not human, but that is the way of the land.
I remember the first time I saw the invaders. Their arms are like nothing I have ever seen before. Their eyes seem to burn from fire, and their breath is enough to kill off entire harvests. They are strong, stronger than any man in the village is. I have never seen my parents frightened, but that is all that falls in the invaders wake.
We do not know where they came from, but that is not what is most frightening of all. They are following us. They came from some place in the south, and we are running out of north to travel in. Sooner or later they will have us cornered, and when that time comes, I do not know what will become of us.
I have heard stories, I do not know if I should believe what I have heard, but it is worth passing along. I have heard that the invaders kill any man that crosses their path, but as for the women, they take them along with them, as a "comfort" of sorts. Honestly, I would rather die now, a free woman, than to ever be used for the "comfort" of the invaders.
May 22
They found our camp. Papa and the other men fought them so Mama, the other women, and myself could escape. I was separated from the group. It has been hours since I have seen or heard anyone. I think this is a safe place to hold camp. The whole world has been turned up side down, and the people are helpless to stop it!