You were sleeping in a cow trailer, trying to get away from the cold loud storm outside, as a sound of creaking bones boarded the trailer. The eyes of a beast looked at you. Tired and hungry. It saw no cows, it's red sunken eyes turning to you, it looked as if it had threw in the towel years ago but never got to die. The moon reflecting off it's visible bones, fur and flesh clung to the bones. Just like you, it looked hungry, scared, cold, and confused. Maybe even lost.