Revenge is sweet,sweeter when the dead ressurect for revenge.
Y/n's pov
The cold air slaps my face as I get out of my car into the crispy morning to my work place,I walk to my small office, smilling to myself at the silence.
I quickly pull my overall on my and take the rake walking to the graveyard "hey James,Hector,Cappan, Marianne,Ruth and new person I don't know,when were you buried?" I talk to the people on the ground while standing at the tree in the far end of the grave yard,not many people come on this side.
The name's y/n but my friends call me the undertaker,why? I work in a grave yard,I know I know weird shit,well I get paid more than enough cash to deal with silence,rake leaves other than sit in coffee shop and deal with grumpy ass humans who can't appreciate life while dealing with constant hangovers.
I don't have a boss the guy comes like during the end month since no one has complained and I get my salary,sleek if you ask me.
A gentle thud echoes through the place and I stop raking looking around,there's no one here and I don't feel scared,I've done martial arts ever since I was small,stopped a while ago and being here reminds me that we'll all die someday,death isn't a big word in my dictionary.
I ignore it and continue raking,I'm almost done when a faint "help me" catches my ear followed by a thud,I turn to the new grave eyebrows furrowed.
A loud bang sounds again from the same grave followed by another "help me" this time it's clear,come to think of it,I wasn't told of any new burial this week.
"Hello?" I call out and the bangs get louder "help me! Please! Help!" The voice cried out.
"Calm down! I'll help get you out of there,what's your name?" "B-billie" "ok Billie,I'm y/n do you know how long you've been down there?" "They knocked me out and then when I woke up they were talking out there my watch died but it was early,I-I guess"
"Ok Billie,I'm just gonna get my shovel take shallow breaths and don't work yourself--" "don't leave me!" "I'm not leaving Billie,I'm taking a shovel so I can get you out of there,ok? I don't want you to die,stay calm it'll only take a minute" I run back to the shed getting the shovel and back.
"Ok Billie im back, shallow,breaths and talk to me" I tell her as I get busy shovelling the mound of dirt away.
"I have an older brother,were only four in my family,I've got a dog named pepper,I'm eighteen,my best friend and my boyfriend did this to me, please help" she cries.
"It's okay Billie,don't cry just take shallow breaths and focus on my voice,I've got all the dirt off on the top side,I need you to move so I can punch a hole to give you more air while I move to the lower side,move away from the bang"
I push the end of the shovel into the left end of the poorly made coffin banging it for a few times until the wood cracked making a large hole. "Take deep breaths Billie,I'll have you out soon" I work faster taking the rest of the dirt off.
I'm glad they were as dumb as to not make it as deep as normal graves are "can you curl up Billie?" "Yeah" she answers "do it,pull your feet as far as you can" I say and use the shovel again breaking the wood.
Soon the space is enough for me to put the shovel in and push down,a loud crack sounds making a big gap,i put the shovel away setting my hands below the wood,I pull up harder creating a bigger space,I grunt pulling it up again until the nails loose grip of the other wood, opening up.
"Come on Billie" I call helping her out of the hole to the open "thank you,fuck thank you" she cries into my chest.
"Let's get you cleaned up and maybe go report to the cops" "i won't report it" "why" I ask helping her walk to the shed,her clothes are of good quality,she smells of sweat and faint vanilla.
