What’s that I hear from above, perhaps my luck has taken a turn? Has someone actually heard my escape attempts… the sound of a shovel, I’ll soon learn… yeah. The splitting of wood, the coffin is breaking apart. A most welcome sound, over the beating of my own heart. I’ve had daydreams in here, right from the start… since buried alive, a business of the dark arts. My savior comes, at last! Prayers I made, heard at last. Just in time, please act fast! My hopes, not dashed. A second chance, a most lucky circumstance. I shall seek revenge, and have my own war dance. Oh no… I’m now lifted out by the very foes who attacked me, who poisoned me, who buried me… how can this be? I’m the walking dead! Though I’m back on land, I can barely stand, I’m in their command… God be damned! No savior came, no life raft! Prayers I made, not broadcast. Dear angels, please act fast! My hopes have been dashed.