A stabbing headache woke him. He tried to sink back into oblivion, but it was like two spikes were embedded in both of his temples, throbbing with each beat of his heart.
He was leaning against something unyielding.
He opened his eyes.
Darkness all around him.
He reached out—his palms met a wall. Cold and dry, smooth but not slippery. A slight grain in it, like cement.
The same wall everywhere he turned. Only about three feet wide.
Maybe a pit.
Or a coffin.
Despite the pain, he pressed on the sides and lifted himself to his feet.
His head hit the top.
Agony slammed through it.
He sank down, despair seizing him.
They've buried me alive.
Pressure built in his chest. The darkness closed in—any moment it would crush him—
He screamed.
The sound crashed back into his ears.
Tearing him apart.
Only darkness remained.