The Prophets Tomb

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"I have finally found what my father had been searching for, what he had attempted to find so long ago; at points I believe it isn't right to open this tomb without him beside me though its a step i have to take to solve this mystery that he had strived to find out"

The sand overwhelmed my combat boots though no matter underneath the sand is much cooler then outside of the sand depth, so it doesn't bother me. Both my dual pistols and climbing pickaxes which to me are important for survival lay on the table, I open my backpack and pull out my documents from my father's journal before throwing in at least six bottles of water to keep me on my toes. I run a hand down my french braid which was colder than the rest of my sweating hot body, i close my backpack i turn to my bed roll to fetch some glowsticks and my lighter when in the distance a large triangle structure stands barely visible in the distance. my face softens this was the tomb of the prophet or so i thought, i hoped it would be though i am sure with the locations, notes and journals my father had left behind. I breath softly before picking up both my glowsticks and lighter; just to clear darkness in tombs.

After sliding the equipment into my backpack i grab my dual pistols, i was used to animals and other humans coming after me and now i couldn't care less anyone survival other than mine; i slid these pistols into their holsters which were attached to my thighs just below my running shorts. I attach my pickaxes to my belt which i used for climbing purposes, i mean i can shimmy and climb with my upper and lower body strength but i can't lie these pickaxes have helped me survive many times in my excavations. I attach a pouch filled with pistol ammo, a video camera which i used to record my findings for civilisation and a compass; then i slid my backpack around my shoulders with knowledge that now i can finally set off on my journey.

I trail through the sandy hills the heat increased on me now more then ever, every shift of sand sends a shiver up my spine causing me to reach down to the holsters for my dual pistols as my mind assumes its an enemy. as i continue down the dunes the footsteps by my combat boots changed; from soft and sinking to hard bases sinking back into the sand, something didn't feel right. I sigh and looked down pulling on my french braid increasing the length as the heat usually made the strands shrivel up for a second though as my vision reaches the moving hard base i stare in horror with my head beating "holy shit" the vision that fills my eyes are skeletal remains. From the horror my body smashed into the sand, i crawled backwards feeling the sand crowd my combat boots though eventually i snap out of that state; i stand up brushing sand from my clothing whilst i check my dual pistols for any internal damage though luckily there's no damage, i walk back over to the skeletal remains slowly before in some left over flesh i see multiple wounds resembling bite marks of a feral... I hear growls from behind me and i slowly turn coming into eye contact with a spotted..cheetah. The animal again growls sending shrills up my spine and i step backwards and the animal races toward me with its teeth chomping as i know it wants me dead. Immediantly I pull out both of my pistols firing at the cheetahs head though due to the movements its hard to get a good aim, as the cheetah is about to reach me i jump over the animal firing while i am jumping, I land safely on the ground aiming both pistols to the cheetah until i realised the animal was already in mid-air; soon enough it jumped ontop of me its teeth narling toward my throat; as the cheetah hit me i dropped my pistols and in this siutation they were to far to reach though i still attempted. I tried to reach my left pistol as the teeth were just seconds away from impact though the sound of metal caught my attention; my pickaxes. I closed my eyes breathing softly before opening them once more; i shove the animal to the slide leaving a few seconds to spare, i pull out one of my pickaxes driving it into the cheetas side causing the animal to fall to the sand with a array of blood covering the sand. Jumping up while picking up both my left and right pistol to slid back into the holsters i hear the same animal whimpering behind me, i turn meeting eye to eye with the cheetah bleeding slowly and i knew it was dying; it was dying slowly. I bend over and rub the cheetahs fur with a whisper "im so sorry" though the animal looks at me in a forgiving state as if it knew of the attack it made, the animals eyes trail to the wound bleeding out of his stomach and i pull out my left pistol closing my eyes before firing at the cheetahs head. 

All what i can think of now is the expression of death, even on animals it never gets old but thats the scary part; it hurts you a little every time you kill something. But there is no time to waste I have to get to the tomb and know now to myself; whatever stands in my way will have a bullet in their head. 

No Regrets

No Remorse