The smell when they opened it was overwhelming, rancid for sure but with a strange smoky leather that hung in the background. Almost sweet, really stuck in the back of the throat lingering. It was dry to the touch despite its best efforts to look otherwise. It’s form unrecognisable, completely discoloured. Its skeletal integrity was completely diminished. Hints of its previous self could be glimpsed under the folds at then of its appendages. Small moments of clarity that reminded us that it belonged to the world of the living.

Hoisted up into the air, the crowd driven into a frenzy, the chants rang out.