The burial ground

In my head I thought the person connected to the hand would be a rather strong and fortified looking fellow. To my surprise I was hoisted from the shallow coffin in one immense pull. Blinded by the light I clenched my eyes shut and felt my knees fall onto cold mushy ground. Thank fuck! What the hell just happened! I thought that was it, that was the end. After a few seconds I decide to expose my eyes to the light again and facing me was not what I expected. Two huge pale green eyes were staring right at me - into me. There was a long pause and some heavy breathing on my part, on account of the limited air supply. The girl was covered in mud, she had obviously been very keen for me not to die which I took as a complement. “Why thank you darling.” I said, still regaining my breath. The girl remained silent. She was of petite stature with a slender physique, the heavy rain running down her face washing off her mascara along with the dirt. She had her hand behind her back. That was suspicious. “Excuse me love, but what’s in your hand?” Still no answer. I step one step towards her slowly and she steps one back, almost in sync. This is not a good sign. “Hey look... what’s your name? Thanks a lot for getting me out of there.” She eyed me up closely, scanning every crevice on my body as if I was hiding something. Her arm drops a bit lower and reveals a 9mm magnum with her finger firmly caressing the trigger. “I’m sorry but I have to do this Louis... I have no choice.” She said solemnly. She knows me! Who the hell is she? Am I supposed to know her? She lifts the gun and aims at my forehead, trembling at the wrist and along her arm, it seems like she won’t be able to hold the gun in that position for a sustained period of time. And just before I could utter another word, the cracking of gunfire pierced my ears and she fell to the ground almost instantly. The mud turned into a black mess of blood. Then someone screamed my name from behind me. “Oi louis! Let’s get the fuck out of here!”