Your body is begging you to stop, the voices are screaming so loud. Pounding. It doesn’t move and you feel like that should be the least of your concerns. Each step beneath you creaks and groans. Getting close enough, the shape of it is easier to tell. Its boney hands stay at its waist, ribcage completely exposed it looks like it hasn’t eaten in months. Neglected. It doesn’t move no matter how close you get, it doesn’t know how to move backward.