Quotes / Buried Alive

"The scrape of shovels and the tumble of cold dirt soon muffled their pleas."
— Flavor text of the Magic: The Gathering card Buried Alive

"Did you really think sealing me in concrete and burying me in the yard was even going to slow me down?!"
Ranma, Ranma

"A realization arrives
A shovel strikes the earth above
I'm being buried alive
Riot, "Buried Alive (Tell Tale Heart)"

"When they were done digging, we tied them and stabbed their legs with bayonets. Some of them screamed, and we laughed and kicked them to shut them up. We then rolled each man into his hole and covered him with the wet mud."
Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

Pugsley: Are they dead?
Wednesday: Does it matter?

I'm alive... I didn't die... I'm immortal. That's it! I've got a power! I bloody knew it! I've got a power! Who's laughing now?
I'm immortal. That's just great. Thank you. Thanks a lot! Un-fucking-believable...
Nathan, Misfits.

"Ok, buried alive. No need to panic." (Beat) "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLP!"
Merton, Big Wolf on Campus

"You've moved to a new area: A small, velvet lined box. You can't see anything. You have just enough space to twist onto your belly or your back. Oh dear God. Oh dear God."
— Description of a certain failure location in Fallen London.

Jack: Oh, what, that underground thing? I just punched my way out.
Craig: What? What?! That doesn't make sense!!! You were over there when I buried you!
Jack: Right, yeah, I punched in your direction.
Craig: In my direction?!
Jack: It's not my fault if I can hear your incredibly nasal voice underground.

What's the fun in burying someone if they're already dead?

"I've done far worse than kill you, Admiral. I've hurt you, and I wish to go on hurting you. I shall leave you as you left me, as you left her, marooned for all eternity in the center of a dead planet, buried alive... Buried alive..."

As far as the cops are concerned, Darren Scott Cook is still a wanted man, but thirty years on, they don't think they'll ever find him. They're probably right: Darren's in a cement slab under the main building's boiler room. It's even marked "DSC4EVR." He's doing what those vampires up north thought their kind should do best - hide in plain sight.

"People always get it wrong with Time Lords. We take forever to die. Even if we're too injured to regenerate, every cell in our bodies keeps trying. Dying properly can take days. That's why we like to die among our own kind. They know not to bury us early."
The Doctor, Doctor Who, "Heaven Sent"

The city architects are duly remembered by history, while the true laborers are immortalized in a different way. Many lay trapped beneath its streets for all time.
Ranse Truman, The Suffering: Ties That Bind

You may ponder the futility of your ambitions as you spend a deathless eternity beneath a mountain of rubble: you and your Soul Reaver will go equally mad as the eons pass. The Citadel of the Apostates will become your living tomb!
The Elder God, Legacy of Kain: Defiance

The man and his brigade came. They patted down the components vigorously, mixed up the cement with a half-hour pounding, howitzers and rockets commingling grit and everything else stacked in the sunken gutters of men like pestles and mortars, pasting everything into a good thick red base. The tanks came with their toylike motion, gunstalks rotating but silent. They did their job with other means. Plows mounted at their fronts, they traced along the lines dug in the dirt. With humdrum efficiency they shunted the hot sand into the trenches, pouring it over the contents, [[the mulch and ragged soup and the men who ran and tried to fire or to surrender or to scream until the desert dust encased them and did its job, funnelling into them so their sounds were choked and they became frantic, then sluggish and still, packed the thousands down together with their friends and the segments of their friends, in their holes and miles of dugout lines.

And when the fresh asphalt had dried, along would come the lining machine, the driver under his big canvas parasol looking back frequently to makes sure the broken yellow line was perfectly straight, unaware that he was passing over a fog-gray Cadillac with three people inside, unaware that down in the darkness there was a ruby ring and a gold Rolex that might still be marking off the hours.

Budd: Wriggle-worm, you see this? You see it, don't ya? That's a can of Mace. Now, you're going underneath the ground tonight, and... that's all there is to it. But when I bury you, I was gonna bury you with this. [holds up a flashlight] But if you're gonna act like a horse's ass, I'll spray this whole goddamn can... RIGHT IN YOUR EYEBALLS! I'll burn 'em out of your fuckin' head. Then you're gonna be blind, burnin', and buried alive. So what's it gonna be, sister?
[The Bride nods toward the flashlight]
Budd: That's a wise decision.
[He hoists her into the coffin]
Budd: This is for breakin' my brother's heart...
Kill Bill Volume 2

The Gospel isn't done yet. You will record your own resurrection. You will complete your Gospel. Yes... Yes, return him to the Way of Sorrows! His tomb is waiting...
Laird Byron, Outlast II

Lying in this darkness is like breathing water. You wonder how many people in history have been in your position. You wonder what they did. Well, they died. Eventually. But it's all right. The thing is to stay calm. Your nose itches. You can't reach to scratch it. You have to rub it against the inside of the coffin lid. After a while, you find yourself screaming again. You don't remember how you started, and you're not sure how to stop.