A scrap of paper torn from a book. Upon closer inspection, you can barely read the following:

I have passed throUgh the forest for what feels like weeks, though my watch tells me it has only been not moRe than a few hours. 

Time seems to be slipping. I feel eYes on my back.

I had set up several cameras to photograph the only remains of what once was a thriving civilization. My photos have developed improperly or not at all.