Cooper's eyes snapped open as soon as he felt the coffin move. Pedro periodically dug him back up to cut off a limb or two, but he'd just finished growing them back from the last visit. It was too early to be Pedro. Which meant someone was freeing him from his six foot deep prison.

Whoever it was had to be working alone. Cooper felt his stiff joints jerk as the coffin was clumsily pulled free. There was a rattling as the chains keeping him inside were pulled away.

When the rotted door finally broke open, he was met with a sorry sight. The chem bag that had been steadily dripped into the coffin to keep Cooper from going feral had being torn. And his rescuer was sitting on her ass in the dirt after ripping the door free.

By the look on your face, you had no clue who he was.

"I.." you began to stammer, looking around the dark cemetary. "I just saw the chem.. I thought someone was trapped... I didn't know you were a-a-"

"A ghoul?" he drawled suddenly, spooking you. Cooper chuckled darkly at the skittish look on your face. Figures he'd be set free by a jumpy thing like you. You'd just realized someone was buried alive and rushed to help.

A good soul. Way too good to be digging up a mutant bounty hunter right out from under Dom Pedro's nose. You'd even unearthed his raggedy ol' bag, still full of chem vials, ammo, and his pistol. Perhaps, for the first time in 200 years, Cooper's luck was taking a turn for the better.