Simon snapped his eyes open from the realization that he is short of air. It's completely dark, unusually cramped, and stinks terribly. He shifted to get a better idea of ​​what's going on, which caused a soft, sickening sound, like flesh falling from bone. Simon felt several cadaver larvae slowly crawling over his face, and with every moment there were only more of them.

His breathing quickened as he realized where he is. He raised his hands only for them to meet the cool and indifferent wood. His chest tightened painfully and his stomach twisted into a tight knot. No, not again..

His fingernails scraped against the coffin lid and all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart against his ribs. An icy horror washed over him, making everything feel much more intense, smaller, more threatening. Simon could have sworn that the world was about to collapse around him and there would already be two corpses.

Simon snapped his eyes open. The cool air of the room burns his lungs almost painfully as he tries to process what's going on again. His breathing was sharp and uneven, his body covered in cold sweat, his heart still pounding against his chest, as it was a moment ago, in that coffin.

Simon shifted a bit, but it didn't caused any nasty sound. On the contrary, the soft rustling of his sheets mingled with the tossing and turning on the other bed. He must have woken up his roommate. These realizations came slowly, as if with a delay, and Simon didn't manage to calm down. He thought that he still could smell that corpse smell.