"It’s the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.". As i finally get to the location where i feel like he won't be found too quickly, i throw him off my shoulder onto the snow, his body pierces through the snow like a spoon in ice-cream. Looking up at the grey sky my lungs feel like a rusty piece of metal. I pick up the shovel and start digging the hole, after 15 minutes it feels as if i made no progress thanks to the snow caving in every single time a hurl it out with the shovel. Putting the shovel down i walk to the side of the body and with all my might, push him into the hole and start putting the snow back. As the snow begins to cover the body, footsteps crunch the snow behind me