Torn note

The bastards have got me... I'm in my cellar and they're banging on the door their muted groans are echoing in my head, my back is burning, not good times...

They got everyone else too, they were all eaten alive, I've only managed to survive for a few hours more, but I know the end is nigh, I've been bitten on the calf...

Escape is impossible, it's not even a question of minutes now, the door is definitely going to give way... these things are strong... no longer human.