* aim for the head *

206 bones. 5 major organs. 60,000 miles of blood vessels. All it takes is time. Days. Months. Years, spent memorizing the finite ways there are to hurt and break a man. Preparing for all of them. I’ve escaped from every conceivable deathtrap. Ten times. A dozen times. I can slow my breathing and metabolism to control panic and conserve air. Straitjacket’s kindergarten. Locks, too. Benchpressing a pine coffin lid through 600 pounds of loose soil that’s filling your mouth crushing your lungs flat and shredding your dehydrated muscles. That’s harder. But far from impossible.