It Was In The Snow

The date is October 22nd, 1943.

The war is over, but it wasn't by the choices of those made by man. A strange orange-tinted snow began to fall on Germany's first day of invasion of Russia. The snow wasn't a snow of any kind we had seen before. The soldiers were mystified by such a sight as to bend down and pick up the snow. The snow wasn't of terrestrial origin. I think it was from the moon, the place we haven't been yet. I've heard about space exploration being a topic researched, but I never would've thought it'd be done this soon! I haven't been home for about seventeen months. I don't know what the USA has done in my absence, but whatever they brought back lead itself into our water. The snow itself wasn't cold. I fell from the sky under the cover of fog. My squadron couldn't see more than ten feet and then just orange all around. The snow, after in contact with people, slowly crept up their sides and jumped into their mouths or nostrils, choking them to death. I was inside a Humvee as I watched in horror as all the men around me were strangled by the snow. I was driving back to camp as fast as possible, when I hit a couple of people and my tires came off. I got out of the Humvee and the snow was moving towards me. I kept the snow off my by brushing it off as it fell. I turned around often only to see black figures in the orange and a mound of snow racing towards me, growing in size. I made it to our bunker. I locked the door tight and write in the barracks. We have a radio in there and have heard reports of people being attacked, killed and turned by the snow and it's new inhabitants. That was three months ago. Our supplies are almost gone. I don't want to go out, but the snow continues to fall and smash itself against my bunker. It's inside now. I pushed all the beds in front of the door. I am very hungry. The beds have made me so tired. I can see some of the powder reaching under the door. I don't think it sees me yet. I'll get some rest and try to get out in the morning.

The text was recovered in Fort Tutancaw, Russia. The journal was found next to a bloody mattress with a mysterious powder of unknown origin on the sheets. The door was caved in from the outside. Suspect was most likely sleeping when attack was commenced. Squad 34 report- November 23rd, 1944