I'm drowning.

In a flood of moving flesh, shaped into that of other human beings. I get tossed and turned as I walk forward, but nothing changes. I crawl, I climb, I sprint, and I even tear my way through, yet here I still am. Surrounded by a crowd of people I have never seen, voices I will never hear again. They move and talk like if they don't see me panicking by their feet.

Like if they don't see the THING behind me.

Like if they can't hear it whistle its ballad of death.

They speak in my language but I cant seem to pick up just what they are talking about. Just snippets of sentences.

"... I really need to..."

"Remind me to..."

"-ats the time?"

"...wonder where we ar-"

"...forget the stove..."

Once, I thought I heard the voice of my father. I cried out to him, yet he never called back.

In a flash, I saw the face of my mother, but she was lost as fast as I saw her. Just like that I was once again drowning in a crowd of people that ignored me.

I felt my heart beating faster than it should. I felt my bones crack and body twist as the crowd walked over me. Just like they walked on the cold cobblestone that I was now laying on.

Yet it still was there.

That thing.

The creature that lured me into this fate.

Lurking and glaring at me each time I turned around. No matter how far I crawled, how fast I sprinted. It stood there.

No matter how many times I scream or how many times I try to leave this sea of people, I always hear that awful sound. That horrid whistle. No matter how many people I move through, that thing clad in human clothes stands just some meters behind me. Constantly following me.

With each hour that passes, the deeper I sink into the crowd. The less I am able to see of the street shops around us. The less I see an end to the crowd.

I feel like I'm sinking deeper into the sea of moving humans.

I feel like the thing behind me gets ever closer.

Help me.

I am lost in this drowning mass of moving flesh.