Darkness. Coldness. Confusion.
Try to scream, only a groan escapes.
Body sore, stiff, cold.
Upwards?
No other option.
Reach up. Wood?
Flimsy wood!
Punch.
Again.
At least cold means you can’t feel the pain.
Creaking, cracking, breaking, dirt!
So much dirt!
Must dig.
Dig more.
Breath not coming.
Hurry!
HURRY!
Wet soil, desperate strength.
Air!
Freedom!
Pull yourself out, night, can’t see.
Rain. Can’t be any colder.
Noise, to left.
Voices!
Run.
No, wait, can’t, walk. Legs stiff, how long buried?
Need heat, water, food.
No, just food.
People! People mean food!
… People are food?
… Brains.
Brains!
BRAINS!
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