Her eyes were so dry she felt her lids scrap across the roughened surface with every blink. It was agony enough that she felt she should be crying but she hadn't been able to do that since a few weeks before she died and that was coming up to... a very long time ago now.
It's hard to keep track of the time when you're in a partially-collapsed coffin six feet below in a graveyard you don't even know the name of. She wished she'd come back sooner, even by a few minutes - even for just long enough to at least know where she was spending eternity trapped in.
She hoped it was somewhere nice, she knew it was somewhere warm and dry - she hadn't felt rain trickle through the dirt for quite some time. Not that it would reach her eyes at this point, not when the upper half of the coffin was still just fine and had only collapsed in such a way as to trap her arms and legs.
In a way it was probably for the best, she reasoned. If she was undead now then she might start craving human brains like she'd seen in all those movies. At least being trapped meant everyone else was safe from whatever gruesome appetites she might start to develop.
She wondered when that might happen soon or if she'd just dry up and rot away to nothing. Maybe then her soul would be able to leave her body and she could drift away through the dirt and haunt people or move on or whatever the next stage of life became after undeath.
Most of all, she hoped it would rain again.
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