Waking up with a stir, in the stillness of night, a flash of white searing pain throbbing in my head, memories barred behind a fog of confusion. I look around, the mist covered ground makes things difficult to see. In the distance, a shadow of a figure sitting in a melancholy, gentle sighs escaping intermittently. “Food… hungry…” he whines, almost in a child like voice. “Excuse me,” I interrupt. His head turns… no it rotates…almost in a 180 degrees. “Food,” it states, its hollowed eyes, now lit, lunging forward. There’s no time to scream, no time time to scramble or to even process what’s happening. It’s bony arms now clutching on to my wrist, before I feel my flesh disintegrating away, my hand which was once pink and filled with warmth, now replaced by long tendrils of bone, as I stare into a familiar face… my face. An insatiable hunger begins to growl inside me, “food…” I begin to mumble weakly.