Unearthed.

In the dead of the night in an old cemetery, a bloody hand stuck up through the freshly disturbed earth followed quickly by another. Frantically the hands pushed aside the dirt as it tried effortlessly to fill the hole the hands had created. Or body that began to emerge though the chaos. His coughing began to disturb the silence of the graveyard as he rolled onto his hands and knees beside his unmarked grave. The man was hysterical, he engulfed as much air as he could between coughs and then regurgitated the air in slurry, muddy blobs as tears gushed from his stinging bloodshot eyes. He had no idea what had happened, where he was and who he was. He knew nothing.