Chapter 2:Requiescat in pace
Blake woke up after passing out from being crucified and his hands hurt. He noticed that no one was was watching him and he had an idea. Blake looked at his left hand and began to pull his hand out of the Nail. His vision became a mix of red and purple as when he started.
Blake eventually got his hand free and turned to get his right hand off. He then fell to the drt. Everything hurt. He struggled to get up. Blake looked at his hands. It was bleeding badly. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck that hurts." He whispered to himself. "Gotta stop the bleeding..Gotta..'' Blake said as he walk towards a campfire dazed.
He saw a figure move and Blake hid in the grass,His blood hitting the tall grass. When the figure was gone,He got up and Looked for a Bandage. He got lucky and grabbed one in one of the tents nearby. "Shit shit shit shit. fuck god that hurts." He whispers as he used the bandage to cover his new Wounds. The Bleeding stopped but The pain didn't. It only nummed the pain. He got up and began to look for a way out to get his camera back.
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Blake was always afraid of being burred alive.
He remembers him,Jesscia,And Lynn talking during lunch about their worst fears. How he said his fear was being buried alive and how the conversation switched to something about their classes. Blake doesn't remember what they're fears were.
He began to lose his composure. Banging on the coffin until he heard the door of the coffin creak and began to push hard on It.
To his surprise the coffin opened and dirt didn't welcome him. Blake was gasping for air as he left the coffin. He tripped as he got out. Blake wanted to lay there and relax before he heard something. "Fuck. Lynn. I'm coming." Blake said as he began to run into the Dark forest.
Author notes: This idea helped me get the courage to make this fic. This was from Outlast 2. Read and Review!