It is perpetual night. I don’t know how long I was out after escaping my tomb, taking my first breath again. There was pain in the back of my head and, again, there was nothing. I woke up here, wherever that is. A cabin? Boarded completely, locked from the outside. I can hear the rustling of bare branches scraping against each other. I must be in the middle of the woods. I was under a blanket, my cell phone sitting on a small side table to my right. Barely any signal. It says its 7am but there is no light. I am boarded in, trapped like an animal, but I can feel the absence of sun, light, warmth.
*buzz*