‘Wait!’ I yelled. ‘Wait!’
Then the rest of the trench once again found life, zombie hands grabbing my legs, clothes and head and pulling me down into the grave.
My heart lurched, the sensation of being buried alive too terrifying for my sleeping mind.
The trench exploded into dust, darkness flooding in like water and propelling me back to the surface. I rose from the dream like a drowning man, gasping for air and clutching at the night.