mark (panamareds) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-06-01 19:41:00 |
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It wasn't so much waking up from being asleep but rather, stirring halfheartedly for twenty hours and then slowly coming to and trying to claw your way back from being dead. The process was agonizingly slow, or, at least, it seemed that way to him. His whole body felt frozen, stiff, like rigor mortis had set in and now it was his job to somehow make it go away. It was complete and utter bullshit, he thought to himself. He wanted to be all the way dead, not just half dead, not sort of dead, not almost but not quite dead. All the fucking way. All or nothing at all. This wasn't fair. Mark kept thinking that, letting the words run through his head like a mantra, like a rush of water that was so cold that it was actually helping him to become fully conscious. He turned his head, and felt dirt creep into his mouth. Human instinct would be to gag or try to spit it back out. Mark's instinct was to let it be. The feeling of the dirt was nice. It smelled damp and fresh and alive. He could have easily gone back to his half-dead state if the hunger wasn't coming on so strong, in waves that churned his stomach and set his senses on fire. Hunger was a bitch. And this was even worse. This was twenty steps up from being a bitch. This was the goddamn Hitler of hunger. This fucking sucked. Mark felt the muscles in his legs twitch. The dirt was everywhere, he realized, and it was getting heavy. He was buried in dirt. There was no air where he was. But that wasn't the problem. He wasn't breathing. He didn't need air. He needed food. His hunger pangs brought up images of food--normal food--and suddenly, he was nauseous. That was disgusting. Junk food. Hamburgers. Cherry frozen yogurt. Mark retched at the thought of those things, and even more dirt fell into his mouth. That was enough. He forced an arm through the earth, through the piles and piles of packed dirt. He was going to find something to eat. And he strongly suspected that it would be looking at him in terror when he ate it. |