this man is dead

Where am i

'It's been three days sence his death. Its been torcher sence he died. Planing everything and trying to find out why.'

??:"Sir, its almost time for the funeral."

??:"alright I'll be there in a sec."
*picks up a Picture*
This picture of him it looks so happy but at the same time in his eyes. Sadness, pain and hatered towards someone. There has to be something deeper. Not just to end something.
*is walking out of the room*
There has to be something deeper.
*door closes*

-three days later
Drago's POV

'Where...where am I? Why is it so dark? What is this? Wood? Wait.! Why am I in a coffin?!! I have to get out of here.'
*hits the coffin a few times*
'What wood is this made out of? The time I need my Axe a-!!! Wait I remember. I had..no..i did..I need to get out.'
*punches the wood hard enough as it cracks and breaks and starts digging*
'That's it I need to get out.'

-few hours later-
*a dark blue hand sticks out the ground and then a dark blue body starts coming out the ground coughing*

"-cough cough- I -cough- I made it!"
*gets out the ground and lays on it*
'I can't believe I did that..well I need to keep myself a secret and keep it that way'
*gets up and starts walking as a gun is pointed at him as he hears the click*

??: alright zombie its time for you to go back

Drago: what?...who are you *turns his head looking at the man*

??: shush zombie...wait you just....

*Drago stands there confused as the man pulls the gun away*

??: I'm sorry Sir I didn't mean to point the gun at you.

Drago: its fine but where am I?

??: your at the hellsin grave yard. I'm the night watch. name is Harry.

Drago: name is Drago.

Harry: well Drago come with me and we can clean you up and get some close for you.

*they walk to a house not to far from the grave yard as it looks like a small house*

Harry: go ahead and sit down I'll get some close.

*Drago sits down*

'Well the guy is nice and his house doesn't look bad.'
*Harry walks in*

Harry: here is some close
*gives Drago a blue hoody with blue genes that match each other*

Drago: thanks
*he goes to the bathroom and cleans himself up and puts on the close as he wolf ear twitches and his tail flicks*

Drago: well this isn't bad it matches
*he walks out*

Harry: well its good the close fit

Drago: thanks Harry. So why was I in the coffin.

*harry sighs*
Harry: well...it was in the news six days ago that a young man that was 17 years old killed himself from over douse...and his name was Dragobrine.
They don't know why you did but the investigation didn't continue after that..

Drago: I remember now...thanks Harry.

Harry: no problem and I would like to know but I won't ask or force you to say

Drago: okay thanks

(Well guys there's chapter one. Two will be on the way.)