January, 1st. 3107

Location: [Classified]

It was a cold day...Bodies everywhere, decapitated victims, and floor of blood...My eyes cannot believe what they're seeing.

I fear that he will get me...The man...With black eyes...No mouth, or nose...He seems to moan to the sight of blood...Although he cannot consume it...I have been watching him for months before the Holocaust of Milleniums...This has been the greatest mass murder on Earth.
Even after Donald Trump became president. But we're not talking about politics.
We're talking about the brink of exinction to human kind! There's barely any of us left on Earth!
Although there are many groups of people. Our group "Squadron C3P" is a military inherited group.
We cannot spare or trust any other groups. We cannot risk our lives for others.
The man seems immune to bullets as I saw another group fighting the beast off. When I first saw him. I classified him as quickly as possible. I marked him as 7'7" tall. He is very deformed as if he came out of an experiment...His skin tissue doesn't classify to any animal or human DNA, he cannot be classified as an Homonculous. This is enough information for today. He senses my presence...

Private Jameson

Out.