Role

Chapter 1

When he woke up, it was darkness all around him. He tried to stand, but
he couldn't move. Someone bound him tightly, and put a blindfold on his
face? He tried to move again and realized that his arms are bandaged to
his chest. Then, he stumbled his head on something solid, but relatively
soft. He recognized wood.

When you cannot move, when you cannot see, it is said that your other
feelings are becoming sharper. He tried to listen, but for avail: he
heard absolutely nothing. Bound, blind, deaf - he was lying somewhere,
imprisoned. What that all was about?

He tried to recall the last thing that he remembered... and nothing came
to his mind. Nothing. None. Zero. Nada. Not even his name. Emptiness.
Hollow inside. No one.

His head began to spin. What caused that, he wondered - recognition of
the situation or lack of air? Wait. Lack of air? Air! He realised one
very important thing.

Trying to stay calm, he began to move his hands, trying to release them.
It wasn't difficult, and he chuckled at himself. Of course, it could not
be otherwise.

When he released his hands, he pulled his shirt over his face, covering
his head with it completely. Now, when the risk of asphyxiation was
decreased, he pulled his legs to his belly and kicked the "ceiling".
Again, and again, until he heard cracking sound, and something fell down
on him. It smelled like dirt.

His guess was confirmed: he was buried. Buried alive.

He moved earth from his chest down, towards his feet, and more fell down
from above. Rinse, repeat, So he did, again and again, until he felt the
fresh, Ah... finally, he crawled out from his grave, and laughed,
embracing the night. He had no idea why did he doing it.