Prologue

I pushed harder this time, digging my nails deep into the cover of wet mud above me. My breath began to get heavier as I kept on trying to push it away; to let some air in, even a little would be enough, something to hold on to. I was tired, I could move no more, placing my arms by my sides I let the tears slide down. I had no energy left, the fight was over. I closed my eyes and began counting 1,2,3,4 ...