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The first thing she realized as she opened her eyes was the darkness and the lack of oxygen in the air. "Hah...hah...gh!" The air screeched with every breath she took. Her chest tightened, lungs filled with dead stench and dirt. "Hah! Hah! Ugh! Ugh..." The dirt, how did it get there in the first place? She coughed it up few times, trying to get them out. Her tongue tasted wet earth. She wondered if few creatures had made their way into her throat. The thought made her shudder in disgust. "Ugh! Hrrrk!" Lumps of soil finally leaped out her mouth. Her chest tightened even more, she was in desperate need of fresh air. Her hands instinctively roamed around, looking for some sort of idea where she might lay on. Her hands bumped a hard surface ahead, just an inch away on top of her. She grazed her palms on the material. It was a hard wood, thick and solid, though nothing resilient. Her instinct told that she was lying inside of something, locked away in the dark, probably in a coffin or large chest. I'm not dead yet, aren't I? There's no way I'm in a coffin! She felt a hole in the firm wood, there was a tiny vertical opening as she traced the lines. It's too tiny for her finger to fit in. There was no panel or a gap she could breach. She's trapped. Where am I? Where the hell am I?! Panic started to seep in her nerves. She began banging the wooden barrier. Punching and pushing with all her might, yet it didn't seem to budge. The more she punched and pushed, the more dirt

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