[ IP ] Silent Hunters

I remember the first day they came. 
 
 I was there when they first emerged. They emerged from the ocean, just off the coast of Barbados. It was such a lovely day. The sun was shining, the turquoise water was twinkling. As I looked out over the ocean, something broke the calm surface. It was smooth and black, the same shade as charcoal. Everyone else on the beach was unaware. I stared at it. Then another appeared. Then another, and another, until there were around 8, all spiking out from the water. People began to notice them, and yelled. The next part I remember was a blinding light, then darkness. 
 
 I awoke, no longer laying on the white sand, but laying on thick, black pebbles. The water had receded down to a few small ponds. Corpses of people and animals lay everywhere. Behind me, the trees were now pure grey daggers. I wandered through the skeletal forest, and on the other side of the trees I saw them. Huge, floating beasts, silhouetted against the grey sky. The valley that had once been filled with trees was bare and bleak. I staggered back and fell onto my knees. I waited, and waited, but they never came for me. They never have.
