Dream Journal 04-07-16
Their soft tiny hands grasped at me in the darkness. Their massive wide eyes flickered in the faint starlight and I could only barely make out the shape of twenty hunched humanoids as they tore at my clothes. I had chased the trail of the Time Traveller in hopes of finding him. But it seems as if I was to meet the same fate that Weena succumbed to and that he narrowly escaped. I could feel their small teeth biting at my skin, I had run out of matches and my torch batteries had died. This was the end for me. I was nothing more than a meal to these humanlike creatures.