With a crunch and a few splinters tearing around the nail that had been hammered in the lid pulled off and Quinton flung his arm over the side of the box gasping for breaths. He looked up with bleery red eyes, a palid expression on his face.
He saw the gravedigger and tried to shout out a warning to his saviour. However just a hoarse noise came out. But he managed to lift a hand to point over Lloyd's shoulder. "Look..." He tried but the words hurt his throat.
Quinton's eyes began to get used to the light a little more and his breathing tried to relax, but was far from over what had just happened to him. The entire universe was spinning in Quinton's head and he closed his eyes trying to steady himself. He was visibly shaking still.