Slowly, Vincent’s tattooed hand reaches down into the grave, extending his fingers to me. I hesitate for only a moment or two, before I greedily accept his help, practically scrambling to latch onto his arm as he begins pulling me up. Pushing my feet into the dirt wall I try my best to ease the burden, but it doesn’t seem to be much of a task for him. He practically yanks me up and out of the grave, without so much as a strained muscle.
