Dunst Till Dawn

The Quest for... Well, Who The Hell Knows What

It was pitch dark. Without even thinking on it, Instinctively, she reached into her right pants pocket for her phone; using its flashlight to illuminate the room. She appeared to be in what seemed to be in some sort of underground tomb. It was long, narrow, and deathly quiet. In a rectangular shape. Like a giant coffin. A rather temperate one though. It was neither too hot, nor too cold. It was just right. Perhaps it was Goldilock's tomb.

Where the heck was she? And why was she there? And while they were at it, who was she? Thinking that since her right-hand pocket held her phone, then maybe her left could be holding something that could be of use too, she reached into it. She could feel the weight of something in there. And she hoped it was a ID. At least then that would answer the question of who she was. 

She found her wallet with an ID inside, and she read it. Apparently, she was Dawn Dunst. The name sounded familiar. And memories of her life started flooding back to her. At least her older memories. She still had no answer as to where she was. Or why she was there. 

Looking for the answers to those questions she continued her search. Using her flashlight, she walked over to the closest wall, studying the hard, but smooth greys stones it was made of. Looking for any hidden doors or passages. 

Had her mind not been focused on survival, she would have found the makeup of that wall quite compelling. There seemed to be no space between its stones. Not even enough space to slide her ID through. It was made of giant stone bricks that just fit together like a giant puzzle. Right on top of each other. It would be a marvel even by modern standards, and the wall looked quite ancient.

She found no exits, so she turned around, shining her light on the rest of the room. It was quite a large room. And quite empty. Except for one large stone box that was in the middle of the far end of the room. She walked over to it and peered inside of it. It was empty. It looked as if it could have been a coffin or something. Being about the size of a man, both in its length and its width. But there was no body inside. Nor any signs that there ever had been. And the box had no lid, nor any signs that there ever had been.

Other than the box though, the room was empty. Which was strange. Being that the room was big enough to hold at least a dozen of those boxes. 

She continued to search the walls looking for an exit. She couldn't seem to find any. She was trapped! With no way out! No food! No water! She would die here! 

NO! She told herself, I can't panic. Panic was the enemy of good decision-making. Sure, panic had its importance. Worry helped you avoid problems. But once worry had alerted you, you had to move on into action. And how quickly you could go from worry to action, was often what determined whether you made it out alive or not.

She took a deep breath, and calmed herself down. She continued her search for an exit. And if she wasn't mistaken, she may have found one. A tunnel. It had quite a low ceiling. So low that she had to bend down, in order not to hit her head. 

Using her flashlight to guide her, she headed deeper and deeper into the dark tunnel. Walking at such an angle was very uncomfortable for her. She felt very much relieved when the tunnel seemed to have finally opened up again, and she could finally stand up straight again. Though she became disappointed, once she realized that this was just a short resting spot. 

She got back into her crouched position and pushed herself farther and farther into the darkness. The ground before her abruptly ended. Before her, was a deep pit leading down into who knows where. Had she not spotted it in time she would have fallen right in.

She wondered what was down within that pit. But even the light of her flashlight couldn't shine down far enough to see the answer to that.

There was a staircase. It led right down into the pit. A very steep one. One she was not looking forward to traveling down merely by the light of her flashlight. Down to who knows what awaited her. It seemed that there was no choice in that matter though. It was the only way she could go.