Buried Alive Part 1

Jake Wilson woke up to complete darkness. He felt around only to realize he is in a small, cramped room. His head is throbbing as it all comes back to him that he was buried alive. The day start out normal enough as he woke up and had breakfast. He checked his e-mail, searched the news, and kissed his wife and kids before heading to the office. It was an uneventful drive with a quick stop to buy his morning espresso. When he reached the office he went inside and sat at his desk the same as always. From there his day went from normal to bizarre. Then in walked a tall, leggy redhead that sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. He figured she was in her early 30's as she looked at him with her big, green eyes. She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse and handed to him. He read it and then at her with a puzzled expression on his face. “My name is Cindy Johnson, I know this is usual Mr. Wilson but you are the only one that I think would understand. As you could see in the police report I just handed you my father was attacked and killed by a wild animal while hunting. A friend that was hunting with him reported the attack but by the time the police went out the body was gone. The police thought that the animal must have drug the body away.” “Just what is that you want me to do Miss Johnson? If your father's body was drug off I just don't see anything I can do. I track down the living not the dead.” “I know that Mr. Wilson and this is where the story get bizarre. When the police ask about the type of animal my dad's friend said it was a large wolf standing upright. They asked him if he was sure it wasn't a bear and he told them he was certain. When I first was told about the whole thing I mourned but I have seen my father since the incident. He didn't seem to know who I was and wandered away. He had a wild look in his eyes and I am afraid that now he is a werewolf.” I stood there looking at her in disbelief that she could possibly expect anyone to believe such a story. I look back down at the police report she handed me and it say that the animal was described as a wolf. I just shake my head not wanting to even entertain the possibility that this might be true. She persist that the entire story is true and that she has faith in me being able to hunt him down. We both walked out of the office and shook hands and told me to meet at a coffee shop at 7 pm to give her an update on my progress. I agreed and went back inside not sure why I took the case. A few minutes later I was leaving my office with the supplies I might need to carry out the manhunt. I drove out to where the attack took place to start the hunt. I broke my tracking equipment and quickly picked up some bloody footprints. When I saw those I thought maybe he was just wound and dazed. Maybe this would turn out to be a routine missing person case afterall. A few hours later after I decided to take a break and get something to eat. I started back to my car when someone hit me from behind. The last thing I remember as I feel was seeing a foot with some blood on it. Everything went black after that and when I opened my eyes I realized I was in a coffin. My first thought was to scream and hope that someone would hear me but I decided that would only use up precious oxygen.