[ Her hands go up as soon as the wood comes free. The reaction is instinctive, not intentional. As soon as he pulls it open light floods her little hole in the earth. Not as much as expected, but enough that her adjusted eyes want nothing to do with it.
She sputters dirt off her lips, gasping in deep breaths of fresh air. She throws herself up immediately, her body aching for the freedom of movement.
As she opens her eyes, she finally remembers her hero. Her savior. Her eyes quietly regard him, debating as her mind tries to get back to reality. She takes his hand, climbing from the hole now. She pulls herself out by his hand, stopping at the edge to look back at the coffin. Laughter that is jagged and harsh tears from her throat. She rubs her arms and looks back to him. ]
Thank you. [ There's madness in her small smile. ]
How did you do that? [ She's noted it was quick, yet she sees no shovels. ]
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She sputters dirt off her lips, gasping in deep breaths of fresh air. She throws herself up immediately, her body aching for the freedom of movement.
As she opens her eyes, she finally remembers her hero. Her savior. Her eyes quietly regard him, debating as her mind tries to get back to reality. She takes his hand, climbing from the hole now. She pulls herself out by his hand, stopping at the edge to look back at the coffin. Laughter that is jagged and harsh tears from her throat. She rubs her arms and looks back to him. ]
Thank you. [ There's madness in her small smile. ]
How did you do that? [ She's noted it was quick, yet she sees no shovels. ]