BftD: Emerging from the cocoon

From Thread 1

Placing a pretty high value on the use of your limbs in your escape, you set to work freeing yourself from the plastic prison. It's slow work, with how little space you have to work in. By the time your head is free, you're breathing quickly again. Sliding the plastic as far as you can reach-- just a few inches above your knees-- is easier work, but you can tell it's only uphill from here, as it's all bunched up now. You try kicking it off, but you can't yet move your legs independently enough. Your sense of urgency is further rekindled when you realize it's getting harder to breathe; you're running out of oxygen.

You try scissoring your legs to push the plastic further, but your knees just don't have enough freedom. You pull it back up a ways, and start stretching it out; there doesn't seem to be any other way to get it off while in the coffin. You work at it for almost a minute, and you're getting really tired... not good. You slide it back down, and now it's loose enough to scissor your legs out of. Free at last. You press your hands up to the lid of the coffin. To do what? You have so little strength now that comparing an attempt at lifting the lid now to your previous attempt would be a joke, if it weren't so depressing.

The demand for oxygen in your body has subsided, but your lungs are still working overtime. It feels like you just finished a hundred meter dash, and are in the middle of another one. No longer having any discernible action to take towards escape, you give in to the need for rest. As your brain starts shutting down, your rate of breathing doesn't really slow. It just turns to gasping, then stops.

THE END

Back from the Dead Status
Health:	Dead	Morale:	N/A
Items:	N/A