The thick feeling of disturbance rushing through your skin as you feel the soaking water slowly causing your death feels so uncomfortable when you realize there is no one to save you. You tried to set your hand upon your face to feel your sweat dripping into the water, there was no use. You're trapped in a tomb with water soaking through your skin. It's slowly rising up - it already covered your entire feet, and now it's up to your waist. You tried to shout and you know there's not much time left before your uncomfortable and slow demise arrives. But nobody came. It's still slowly rising and you're still anxious feeling your stomach ache badly. You vomit into the water and it quickly seems to disappear.

The water is now up to your chest. You're so anxious that you just want to get it over with. It's still not going any faster, and you're shouting out at the top of your lungs hoping that someone would hear you in agony and in distress trying to make this slow death any less inevitable. With the water now up to your chin, you feel the most anxious. You scream the loudest you possibly can hoping that it'd fill the entire Earth. But nobody came. No chance. The water is already up to your mouth. You taste some of it and feel uncomfortable. You're feeling claustrophobic - there's no chance, you're feeling uncomfortable. The water is now up to your nose - it's going inside it, and you feel like you're the most uncomfortable person in the world. You think about your friends, your family, and how you're not going to escape.

The water is now up to your eyes - you can't breathe, and you feel like you're going to die any second now. You can hold your breath up to however long you want, but there's still no chance in escaping. You close your eyes - any second now, and this will all be over. You continuously think about the water, and you feel all of it surrounding you and slowly killing you. The water is now up to the top of the ceiling of the tomb. You are soaking wet in a tomb of turmoil, hoping that you'd get out. You don't know how you got in, and how this even happened. All you could remember was being distracted, nothing more. It's inescapable, and you're not going to get out. But still, you wish you did get out even if it isn't possible. You're still uncomfortable. Waiting, waiting, waiting. You're- it's over, now.