A brief eternality of infinite claustrophobia

“It is unnerving - staring off into infinity,” he seeped out, wavering slightly.
A darkness encroached from the periphery, the coldness gripped tighter. A figure stared forward through the frosting glass, out at the shuffling shadows of form blurring. Eyes closed, breath sealed away in shaky lungs, stillness.

A brief eternality of infinite claustrophobia.

Cough shuffled through the ancient throat, a quickening of a heart, feeling leaking in through thawing fingers. A light encompassed view as crackling at the locks of the chamber echoed.
Hisses racketed out as the door swung away, warm air entering the frozen sepulcher.
The figure leaned forward, collapsing out into the loud world beyond.
“Acker?” a voice asked from above the figure crumpled on the ground, “Major Acker?”



Cool water slipped over his blue lips as he struggled to suck down anything. His nerves still shook his frail body.
“From our tests, it was a success, major,” the voice returned, a form sitting just out of view, “there was a complication, however,” it trailed off.
Acker strained to articulate his head, his muscles failing from disuse. His chin slumped forward onto his chest as his eye lids slid shut. A reactive groan managed to escape from his throat.
“To be direct,” the voice continued, “you were frozen for much - much - longer than they had originally intended.”
Acker struggled another groan.
“You were frozen for one hundred and seventy six years.”