I was stuck. Stuck in something dark and had no space around me. No rush of wind hit my face which began to throw a chilling feeling over my body. As I attempted to get up, my head hit the hard object that was above my body. The only thing I had felt was the hardness of the material, as if it was pushing closer and closer to my body.
I was in a coffin. Somehow, just somehow, was stuck in a coffin with no thought of how I could have got here. Fear began to take over my body faster than it could to any other man. My natural instinct was to bang, bang the top until I felt a crack. So there I was, 7 feet under, banging as if I was a zombie coming back from the dead. For about 2 minutes I was risking my perfect smooth skin to get out of this scary place, I smacked and punched as hard as could until the tension of the wood began to give away sounds and noises of cracks being made. I felt sudden pieces of dirt rushing to my face, entering my nose and my mouth. The cracks began to widen as more dirt rushed through.
Eventually, I smashed the whole structure, not seeing anything but darkness. I quickly shut my eyes, knowing I was stuck in a bunch of dirt and gravel and began to dig up with the fingers that were not yet beginning to sting with splinters. The digging was not too long, about five minutes in, I had sighted the moonlight still in the darkened sky, which had seen no stars that nights. My head tilted down, and as I began to recognize my surroundings, I could hear the distant sounds of wolves, dogs, bears howling and growling, seeming as if they were coming towards me. The sheer fear I had in the coffin decided to come back to me. I felt so vulnerable, so alone. I began pulling my ripped converses through the heavy grass that surrounded me, and had eventually seen where all the sound had come from.
My mind was being tormented with. Definitely over 100 over-starved animals had been wandering around on a large hill, causing noises that would break the ear drums of an old man. I stood there, frozen, trying not to make a sound. I could swear to God that I weren’t on planet Earth. Nothing like this could ever happen on Earth. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing, as if they had their own senses. Suddenly, I was creeping away, not knowing that the floors had many sticks disrupting the silence the animals had put up for a few minutes or so. As soon as I felt a little bit of safety, I and my stupid conscience decided to try and sprint away from this catastrophe. And then, only the slightest sound had attracted these beasts in front of me.
In the split of a second, I could see the fire in their eyes, walking, pacing, and running, towards me. A rush of fear went through my body as the savage beasts came towards me. Within the blink of an eye, my feet were stamping the ground faster than light itself, trying to get away from this. It was right at this moment, I wished I could have stayed below in the ground. Slowly, but easily seen, the animals had grown in pace towards me, I felt the need to just panic and give up sprinting, but I couldn’t, I valued my life too much to die this way. Around me was just more greenery and bushes, I could easily be seen from a mile away. There was a sheer uproar of growling and panting behind me.
So very quickly, I felt some sort of claw rip against my leg, and right there I fell onto one leg, with only two of those beasts walking slowing towards me, with the sight of hunger and desperation. I knew I was done for at this moment. They came so close to my arm, me trembling and trying to keep my eyes close. They were so hairy, to the point I couldn’t see the shape of their body.
A second later, the fiends closer to me. This was definitely the end to me. And then it happened. They began biting me, releasing tension and anger on me, my legs were being devoured even more than they were.
I was left unconscious, in a pool of my own skin and blood.
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