Mark wakes up and all around him is darkness he hears noises its soft and notices the noise is coming from him, its his breaths coming in short gasps. Mark shifts around in the darkness and figures out where he is and he cures a big curse "great I'm inside my coffin, this sucks but how, I guess God wasn't kidding he really did bring me back to life but am I really?"

Mark slowly moves two fingers up to his neck where his pulse is and he holds them there for a few seconds and feels the beat of his heart against his fingers and he whispers "holy shit, I'm alive! I need to get out of here or I won't be alive for much longer being cramped up here in this space with no air holes!"

Mark slowly moves around in the box and pounds the sides and the top and he has to get out before his air runs out as he don't have much time. So Mark pounds and pounds as hard as he can and claws at the red velvet cloth and it gives away and he can feel wood. Mark remembers he was wearing a ring when he died so he sighed and started pounding at the wood as hard as he could. Blood slowly seeps down onto his hand but he doesn't care just as long he gets out of this box.

Finally after like thousand of punches later and his hand going numb he feels wood and some dirt fall onto his face and some grasslands into his mouth, he spits it out. Mark takes a deep breath and starts to claw a bigger hole in the ground and he starts to dig his way out.

Hours, minutes go by and Mark digs and digs with his body and he can finally feel wind on his face and hair. Mark pulls his head out of his makeshift hole he made into the ground and he takes a huge full of air and his lungs cry out in happiness as the fresh cold air entering his body.

Mark settles himself onto of the coffin lid and kicks it upward so he can use it to climb out of the hole. A few scratches and failed attempts to get out of the hole he finally gets out and heaves himself onto the wet grass and just lays there taking a few deep breaths.

Mark rolls onto his back and starts crying. Mark slowly sits up and looks around he is in a random graveyard in LA he remembers getting into the car crash and dying and coming back to his hellhole of a graveyard. Mark just wonders how this voodoo magic worked he's like a zombie but with a beating heart and is alive. "What the hell is going on" he thinks out loud.

There is only one thing on his mind and that is to get up and find Amy, he is probably going to scare the crap out of her when she sees him but Mark don't care he just needs to hear her voice again and feel her against him again. Mark slowly gets up once again standing to his full height he wobbles at first and steadies himself on a nearby tree and catches his breath.

Mark looks around and sees the front gate of the graveyard and he starts walking to it he don't know where he is but he knows where to go. Mark stumbles a few times and keeps walking with little strength, God did say he would be super weak. Mark keeps his fingers on his neck feeling his pulse getting stronger and stronger from each step he takes.

Mark just keeps thinking about Amy and her beautiful face that is what keeps him going. Mark makes it to the gate but its locked, he shakes it with force and tries to wiggle it open. It's a no go so he scans around the graveyard and sees a tree with a limb over the wall.

Mark sighs he didn't want to do anymore climbing but if he wants to get out of this cold and scary graveyard he has no choice but to climb the tree. Mark walked over to the tree and heaves himself up on the branch a random squirrel looks at him and Mark smiles "yes your king is alive." The squirrel looks at him and runs away. "Yes, go tell the others" Mark just laughs at himself and heaves himself onto the ledge.

Mark thanks the heavens for the vine wall so he slowly climbs down the vine wall and jumps off and lands with a soft thump onto the ground. Once out of the graveyard Mark slowly starts walking out to the sidewalk its early in the morning so no one is really around just some random bums in the ally sleeping the night away with newspapers on them in a huge box.

Mark shudders and tries to pick up his pace he gets closer to Amy's apartment and he leans against a wall, catching his breath its very cold and all he is wearing is a white shirt and jeans and shoes with no socks. Well his shirt was white but its brown and black and red from all the mud and blood. Mark is lucky no one can see him.

Mark's stomach growls and he doubles over in pain he hasn't eaten since he crawled out of the hole and he is starving. Mark smells around him and he can smell pizza, hot dog and burgers from all the restaurants. Mark frowns, as he has no money at all. Mark keeps walking down the alleyways and his nose picks up a sweet scent.

In the window is a blueberry pie sitting in the windowsill. Mark regrets taking someone's pie but he is very hungry and his stomach lets out a nasty loud growl. Mark looks around and squats by the wall by the window and pokes his head in the window and looks around the kitchen.

The room is dark and he can hear some soft snoring from the couch in the living room across from the kitchen. Mark sighs and grabs the pie and runs down the alley. As Mark gets away from the window he rounds the corner and slides down onto the wall and digs into the pie he thinks he is going to get fat from eating this whole pie but right now he could careless. As long as he gets food into his belly.

After eating the pie its already two in the morning and he really needs to get to Amy's apparent. While walking he wondered how long he was dead for and if Amy moved on or even remembers him. What if she forgot him after his death. Mark shakes his head no and keeps pressing onto the street where her apartment is.

Finally his journey was coming to an end he saw the apartment building and he looked up at the window where Amy's apartment was it was all dark and he knew that Amy and Kat were sleeping as it was almost three in the morning.

Mark had to see her though he opened the door and walked into the lobby and looked at the stairs he couldn't walk up the stairs his legs were already tired and he felt like he was going to pass out. Was Mark out of time he thought no as he shook it off he placed his hand on the left side of his chest and felt his heart beating against his palm.

Mark was still alive and he was going to see Amy if it killed him all over again, Mark just wanted to see her once more time to see her pretty face again once more. Mark slowly walked to the lift and hit the button for the 4th floor and slumped against the wall it felt like all the energy was getting sucked out of him while going up in the lift.

The lift stopped and it made him jump as he slowly got up and the door opened and he stumbled into the hallway and dragged himself to the door. Mark was weak and couldn't even raise his fist to knock on the door. Mark crocked out "Amy please open the door, it's me Mark." Mark's voice was merely just a whisper and he could no longer stand anymore as he sank to the floor.

Slowly crying by the door he slowly knocked with what energy he had left and the blackness took over him once more.