Three Amigos

Resurrection?

It was dark. It was cold. I had no idea what so ever as to where I was. I could tell I didn't have much oxygen left. Maybe eight hours worth of oxygen.I know where I am. I am in a coffin. They thought I had died. I did not panic. Basic training for the special forces covered this. I raised my legs to the center of the coffin. I pushed and pushed. An hour later the wood finally gave. I cupped my hands and used them as a shovel. I had dug up about five feet. I took a break by resting my head against a clod of dirt. I cupped my hands again. This time I had finished the digging. I poked my head out of the ground. I was a rainy day. "Wha-", I heard someone say. 

"H-hi.", I said awkwardly. At my own funeral I just came out of the ground. "Could I get a little help here?", I inquired. My uncle Tom helped me out. He stood there just staring at me. Out of nowhere he tackled me in a hug. Eventually everyone had joined into one group hug.My guardian, April, handed me my car keys. I see it my Dodge challenger. I walked over to my car. I sat down in the leather upholstery. It was comfortable. I started the car. I stepped on the gas pedal. The noise was sputtery. My garage was a mile away. I drove about two minutes and instantly got caught by a red light. The light finally turned green. I could see my garage. I took the turn and pulled in. I put the car in park. I popped open the hood and seen the problem. The oil was low. I looked around for some oil. The oil barrel was empty. I heard a metallic bang and seen a figure standing in the corner. I yanked open my car door and grabbed my .45. I then pointed the pistol at the figure. "Step out of the corner!", I command. The figure stepped into the light. He was wearing a pumpkin mask, grey sweatpants, and a black hoodie.