Heavens rejects

Bullet felt the pure light of the sun wash over his cool pale skin. The aged decayed wood of his coffin surged with energy, the thump of his now beating heart breaking his wooden prison apart. Each thump shaking and splintering the coffin, creating more and more openings for the light to invade.
Bullets ragged burial clothing was ripped to dust by the energy that had began this climactic event.
As the lid to the coffin creaked and groaned it eventually exploded outward with Bullets first breath in who knew how long.
A mass of figures stood in front of the young ones coffin, they looked to be in a maze of some kind, but the halls of green hedges where replaced by rusting steal, wires, leaking energy batteries and augmentations.