He lies there breathing small gasps of breath knowing exactly what output and input to breathe. In this small wooden coffin lie a brave young man buried alive, all he has on his mind is how his book will end. He struggles to find it, but eventually musters up a lighter to lay by his head and share the light in his wooden prison.
Above ground there's an armed squad with tommy guns, suits and ties, they called themselves The Euphoria Mob, pushing their product to the far ends of this state. They've made a power move by abducting the son of a well known business man and a terrible mistake.
In the end all they could do was scream bloody murder that they were just following orders but that wouldn't save them, something was coming for them. They had been given orders to shoot the kid if the money wasn't received soon and the time was almost up when they started hearing strange noises around them and one by one they would disappear.
One of them saw it, a dark shadowy blur that swiped a member out of his place and into the forest behind them, in the silence of the night, the screams were even more clear. Something was dragging them off one by one to dispose of them.
That one was to see everything and send the message which is why when he ran from the scene with body's littered in his path and blood everywhere in the cold cold snow there were words drawn in blood. He would feel a sharp stabbing pain for every time he would almost pass one and then his blood would draw an arrow to it. The Message was clear as day, Almost mockingly so. "Now you see them..." he ran to the car, blood all over him and started the engine. It sounded extra loud, loud enough to wake the dead and that's when the kid cracked a smile, closed his book and pushed his way through the coffin and dirt with ease. On the surface was a change of clothes and a new jacket, his was covered in blood.
