Thump

Thump! Thump! Fear shrouded his body like a cold wind trying to lift his bones up into the air. Darkness caressed is ears and teased his eyes. Thump! Thump! He felt the sensation of being lifted and dropped. His legs were still. His arms wanted to flail about in terror but his will would not comply. The air he breathed was stagnant and warm, and moist with his own rotten saliva. He managed to fold his hands back on his wrists. Pushing up, he could not get out of this predicament.

Streams of light fought their way to his face as rays of false hope. Thump! Thump! The light was shrinking away from his face. His lips began to tingle and numb. This prickly numbness started to spread throughout his head, then down his neck, crawling down his body. Then the cold seemed to soothe him. Thump! Thump! It was entirely dark now. He was calm and almost weightless. The fear dissolved with the light. Soothing cold supplanted the pinpricks of numbness all over his body.

Thump! A sudden rumble followed shortly afterwards by a gigantic rumble, then yet another rumble.

“This isn’t so bad,” he thought, “The thumping of the nails was the scariest part.” It wouldn’t be long until he ran out of oxygen. Air is a rare commodity to be found eight feet beneath the earth.