I remembered a story I heard about a woman who woke up inside her own coffin. She banged hard as she could, and briefly, a few funeral-goers deemed her a returned member of the undead. This was my undead moment, awakened in the dark, alive in my own coffin.

I vomited salt water inside the contraption that held me. Once again, blood washing in the water. However, it all splashed back in my face. The prison I was trapped in had encased me with less than a foot of room all the ...