[WP] You are an immortal. Every so often you fake your own death to lay low and prepare all the paperwork for your next identity. This attempt went horribly horribly wrong.

I don't know hold long I have been here but I have an idea. I start wiggling around and feel the dirt and plants on top of me start to move. Surely someone would notice? After an hour or so of wiggling I hear someone approach. 'Come on!' I tell myself. I don't feel anything happen.

An hour or two later of continuous wiggling I start feeling the dirt above me move. Suddenly lights come through the bag. I continue wiggling and feel someone grab the bag and probably throw me up to the surface. I see the bag open. There is a farmer and they look at me with great surprise. 'Holy shit! James come 'ere!'

Another person comes up and sees me. 'We need to call the emergency service man.'

The first person rips the tape of my mouth. I start breathing heavily and coughing. 'Thank you.' I say and stand up. 'Woah! You've been under there for days! Stay here!'

'I can't risk that. Thanks but bye.' I say. I start running towards a road. I see a Taxi and put out my hand. They stop and I get in the back. I see them turn around. It is Dave. He has a gun in one of his hands. 'I don't know how the fuck you managed to live but you are coming with me.

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