Diary of a survivor

I don't know why I'm writing this. There's nobody to read it. Even if there was, I doubt anyone would read something written by a dead person. Let's face it: though my heart still beats and my mind still races and blood still courses through by veins, I am dead... 
It is dangerous for me to let down my guard, to stop moving, fighting, surviving, even for a moment. Writing this may be my demise. But I can't help myself.
Someone- something has found me. I'll continue my story when I'm safe again.
Okay, how long has it been? Months? I've been hiding in the ruins of an abandoned building, too terrified to write. I hope that they do not sense the scratching of charcoal on paper, but... I need this.
You probably already know what the world is like right now, but I'll give a brief description, just in case you've been living under a rock for the past 20 years. I don't know how it got like this, but everything is in ruins. Buildings are crumbled, trash is everywhere, and everything is either dead or overgrown. I see a skeleton almost every day. I am one of the few humans left. 
And we keep getting picked off, by them. I don't know what they are, but they can't be human. Dark, watery, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth. A slumped gait, skinny, bony, sharp fingers. Once they take you, you're never seen again. They do not speak, they only stare. 
And I want to find out why. I'm leaving the building now. I'll write again, hopefully sooner than later.
They are not real. I don't- Okay, I should probably start from the beginning. I found others. Other humans. Living.
I went to the great spikes. The ones my mother said I must never approach. The ones that bring death over the years. The glowing cats surrounded the center, and I did not approach.
I walked great distances into the woods nearby, and discovered, nestled between cliffs, a village. I spoke to their leader, Chip. He said I was welcome to live here. I told him thank you, now I can be safe from the beasts.
He said, "Beasts? There are no beasts."
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