Blood War: The Awakening

Chapter 1

Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked a few times, wiggling my toes of my bare feet, so the blood can circulate better and out ease to its slight numbness. It dark and I- could breathe, It's like the oxygen, was being sucked from my lungs, this strange feeling took over me, Deja Vu, I felt like I have done this before. My eyes danced around the darkness as my hands searched around, for anything clues about where I was, it felt like I was laying down in a box. Tapping the sides that blocked me in lightly with my knuckles, the wooden rippled sound filled my ears, and I realized, I was laying in a box, a coffin. My heart began to heavily pound in my chest, I could feel it intensifying, I could hear it... But why am I hearing my heartbeat, and not just that I was hearing the gush of the blood flowing through my arteries. The short breaths I took, was to calm me down from panicking if I was buried alive I needed to find my way out because I have only five hours until I suffocate. Bracing my knees and the soul of my hands against the coffin's roof, I groaned as I pressed into it, and when that didn't work, I shifted as much as I could, twisting, until I ended up on my belly, pressing my back against the rigid top. But that didn't help, and how could it? I was buried, six feet under the soil, the worst possible scenario is who buried me here is a sicko, and they probably added cement on to keep me barred in.

Closing my eyes, I laid in the darkness, giving up, throwing in the towel. Even if I managed to get out of the coffin, how will I claw my way through the dirt, I would drown in mud before I make it out alive. Suddenly I heard something, a pounding, it sounded like another heartbeat, someone is here, someone is here to save me.

"Help!" I wailed, shaking the roof of the coffin vigorously,

"Somebody Help me!" I cried out again, but no one answered, how can they hear me? There is no way they could,

"Please," I whimpered, as the hot tears poured from the corner of my eyes, oozing down to my ears,

"Is someone out there?" I heard the distilled voice of a man inquiring,

"Yes-" my voice cracked, How did he hear me? Maybe I wasn't buried as far as I thought,

"Yes, I think someone buried me!"

"Oh my God, let me- let call the police,"

"No... Listen, there is no time. I have an hour if not less to live. I will be long dead before the police get here,"

"But I- I don't know what to do, I am just the cemetery caretaker..."

Cemetery? As in where the dead are laid to rest? Why am I here? buried in a graveyard, alive. The caretaker kept on babbling, revealing bits of information about himself I care not to know, what I need is to be free, or else this coffin will certainly serve its purpose.

"...And I don't-"

"What's your name?" I cut him off, "Tell your name,"

"It Maurice,"

"Ok, Maurice... I want you to talk to me, let my voice be your guide,"

"Alright," his voice trembled, he was scared, and I understood why, this is just as terrifying for him as it is for me.

"You have a girlfriend Maurice?"

"A wife actually, four kids and dog..."

I know I should be listening to him, but something weird was happening, as I tried to focus on helping him to find me, but his heartbeat was canceling out his voice and I could hear the pounding getting closer,

"Stop!"

"What's wrong did I do, or say something-"

"No... No, Maurice, you are doing great,"