Buried

Rocks tore at his fingernails as he frantically dug through the dirt that buried him in the earth.
Escape.
He coughed, as dust scattered up into his nostrils. What if he couldn't get out? What if he was just burying himself further? He dug all the more frantically, his energy already waning.
Come on. Come on. COME ON!

Fresh air never tasted so good. He breathed in deeply, resting for a moment, still mostly buried. But now he had fresh air, he could see to the world above. It calmed him. He would get out of this.
It took much longer than he wanted, to pull himself free, but finally, he stood, albeit shakily on solid ground.

-Inspiration from watching a documentary about vampires