Patientia (patientia_est) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-11-02 00:40:00 |
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Current mood: | numb |
Entry tags: | patience, temperance |
Who: Patience (maybe Temperance can jump in)
When: early Nov 1
Where: crawling out of a cemetery
Warnings: ZOMBIE!VIRTUE
Patience finally got tired of waiting and woke up.
There was water running down his neck and he was freezing cold and mud seeped in all around him. The water was rising slowly. He had no idea what was going on outside, but if he didn't make a push for escape now, he'd drown in mud and nobody would ever find his worm-eaten corpse. He kicked upwards. It took a few attempts before he heard a crack, and he tried pushing his shoulder against the lid. The wood splintered again. It was poor quality and warped with the excessive moisture. Patience held his breath and shoved upwards, dragging the dirt in around him and shoving his hands upwards.
For once, he thanked the gods for the laziness of his burier. The mud was thin, barely a foot thick, and slick with water. He managed to get a grasp on a tuft of grass and slowly, agonisingly dragged himself upwards. He gasped as his face broke through. There had been barely any air left in the coffin. He was freezing, wet, and exhausted, and lay on the ground for a few minutes, his legs still in the grave, to pull himself together for the final escape from the grave. His joints creaked as he came up, cramping and stiff from lying down for so long. Then, with slow, painful movements, Patience pulled himself up using the gravestone for support, and started to walk away.
There were a few people on the sidewalk when he emerged from the cemetery. They stared at him. He was grey from dehydration and lack of sunlight and oxygen, covered in mud, staggering with his stiff muscles, and when he tried to speak it came out as a breathy moan, as his vocal chords were dry and unused. Someone asked if it was a delayed Halloween prank, which seemed to calm a couple of people and make the more superstitious even more afraid. Patience ignored them and kept walking, a clod of earth and a worm falling out of his trouser leg. He sneezed and a slug flew out of his nose.
He wasn't sure where he was going. He just knew he was dying for a hot bath and a long sleep in a soft bed, and that everyone on the street was giving him an extremely wide berth. When he paused to ask for directions, suddenly nobody was close enough to ask.