Air rushes into my lungs. Blood begins to pulsate through my veins. Sparks fly within my skull. Shattered dreams and waking memories appear. Remnants of consciousness begin to seep back into their natural position as they repair and make sense of what is occurring. I begin to have distant thoughts, aware of my existence once more. Within the first thirty seconds I can taste again. The rotting taste of oozing vile culminating with the flavor of squirming fly larva floods my mind. It is one of the most horrendous feelings. The only thing that exists is that fowl flavor. In one minute forty two seconds I can smell. It only gets worse as the stench of decaying human remains reaches my nostrils. All I can think about is how gross I must be right now. While I don't quite have control of myself right now I can sense myself squirm in the mud. Nothing is felt, but I can smell and taste the rain mixed in amongst all of the other unpleasantries. In a half hour and twenty eight seconds I can see again, I brush the brown mucky water out of my eyes as best as I can and I wobble into a standing position. I try to find my way through the clouded downpour, tripping constantly in the mud. I think about what happened as I look at the holes in my chest. I ought to take those bullets out as soon as I can. One hour fifteen and fifty one seconds, I can hear again. The loud shower pierces my ears, I nearly forgotten what hearing was like. This sound feels confusing and disorienting, but after a short while I get used to it and it really helps my balance. I pluck the yellowish worms out of my stomach as I continue to tread forward meaninglessly in the storm. What had happened? The numbness makes this experience almost like a feverish nightmare, no matter how many times I go through this I never get used to it. Being born out of a shallow grave is an unpleasant something, yet I do not regret my choice to become this. Five hours thirty seven and six seconds my stupor fades away gradually. Everything hurts, I pluck the maggots out of me with much more anxiety. I hate maggots. Especially the ones who like to fill people violently with lead. Those fucking sons of bitches are going to have hell to pay.