Our Walk of Restoration

Document recovered, entitled "Our Walk of Restoration"
>The old gardens...
>Broken, shattered, defiled by the Mon'Keigh
>We will fix them
>It is our duty, given to us by mother Isha
>We walk barefoot across the blighted grounds, and life springs up in our footsteps
>As the invaders are rooted up from our garden, our kin emerges, having long been in hiding
>They celebrate, dancing with glee, and join us in this blessed effort
>We will destroy this affliction

Except from Guardsman's Journal
>They came. Plaguedolls, we're told they're called. They look the part. They wear must have once been pure white and shiny skin, like that on my sister's little doll back home. But it's not pure white or shiny. It's stained and cracked in places, some sort of pus seeping from the sculpted eyes
>They "sing" for lack of a better word. It's more like gargling and screaming. They leave trails of much as they walk, fungus and tendrils quickly growing by it. I saw one walk past a tree and the damn think lost all its leaves and grew teeth. Bloody teeth!
>And their guns... dear Emperor. They shoot little white shards, and... well, a web substance spreads out from the wound, spreading out across the body. Unevenly. Puss begins to seep from all your orifices, and oddly, your ears lengthen. The affected start shouting in some strange language as they continue to mutate. Most fall in line behind the dolls and start singing.
>Emperor grant me strength
>My squad have all joined them.
>I'm bleeding. When did I get shot?