#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane... He froze for just a second, his eyes slowly widened. How did he get here? Why was he in coffin of all places? He began to panic started hyperventilating trying to get air in this incredibly confined space.

Began moving around pounding against the walls of the coffin, when he suddenly stopped. "This has to be a dream." he concluded. "I'm bound to wake up at some point right?" He mutters aloud although he could barley hear himself over the roar of the planes engine. He started thinking of frightening things attempting to wake himself up.

He tried lying there, screaming for help to no avail, and pinching himself to try and wake up. None of it helped at all it was all a waste of the little time he had left. He closed his eyes trying to remember anything that would help. His name was John Barter. His parents were Jim and Maria Barter, he had a girlfriend Cindy Cannon. John began...