(Journal 33 Continued)
Perhaps it was that they had lived so close to the military base, drank the military’s polluted water, and ate the polluted crops from the military’s farm’s run off, that enable the radiation to affect them so. Perhaps it was just that those individuals were special.
The cause I don’t know.

What I do know is what I saw. They glowed, and their flesh was hard and green. It was as though their skin was some sort of armor.

In any event, when the defenders of West Point tried to fight them off, the mutants proved almost impossible to kill. Guns could barely hurt them, and they can just plow through the barbed wire fences.

Its no wonder there were no survivors here (apart from the mutants that is.)

When we arrived here early this morning, everything seemed pretty quiet. No one doing rounds. No one manning the gate. No one stopping to check our IDs to get on base.

Needless to say we were suspicious, but without this hassle we were pretty cheery about it.

We put our guns away.
Bad move.