The hero opened his eyes to the sound of dirt hitting the lid of the coffin. He was in total darkness, buried alive. He’d have to act quickly.
Above ground, a group of men watched the unmarked grave.
“It’s been four minutes. Maybe this time?” said a man with a shovel.
“Not today, you fiend!” the hero shouted and burst through the loose soil. Someone shouted, “Time!” An assistant fired a tranquilizer gun into the man’s chest. He flopped over. “Okay, let’s get him set up for the next run.”
“Man,” a trainer said. “The Olympics sure have gotten weird.”
Author’s Note: This drabble was originally published to the Drabblecast forums. It appeared in audio on The Dribblecast, read by Rish Outfield. You can listen to his version HERE.
