![]() ![]() Upon hearing what sounded like a gunshot, he is thrust towards the deep end of the trunk. Tonight has deteriorated into a waking nightmare, and he doesn’t know what terrifies him more-dying from the pain, or surviving to feel it.Ĭlaustrophobia is a state of mind, Dylan repeats to himself within the confines of the trunk. The stuffy air becomes thicker, and the inevitability of his doom, bitterly real. And despite his best efforts, he breaks down and starts to sob as they lower him into the ground. He prays for an end to his misery-for his body to go into shock, for him to pass out-but his stubborn mind hangs onto consciousness as he splinters from within. ![]() And his howls of agony become deafening as the cadets slam the lid shut, eradicating all light.ĭylan’s strangled voice, his labored breaths, and even the drumming of his heart bounce off the walls, their echo saturating the tight space. ![]() Upon impact, one of Dylan’s cracked ribs dislodges, scraping at his insides. The ground is suddenly pulled from under him.Īnd a wet grunt escapes him as the cadets drop him into the coffin, knocking every wisp of air from his lungs. ![]()
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