A coin tumbles from your mouth as you cough and gasp for air, the shiny metal hitting the ground with a thud while you pull yourself out of the hole in the ground; dirty and disoriented, your mouth and eyes feel terribly sore, your shoulder itches, and you're covered in dirt. Your eyes quickly adjust to the darkness, the shape of the dirt and grass around you, the gravestones scattered around and the shine of the dirt and spit covered coin that tumbled out of your mouth.