I was the assistant to the archaeologist and adventurer who explored a tomb in Egypt, finding a great amount of treasures and relics. Entering was the easy part but leaving was a whole different thing.
Once we were inside, the walls lit up, each torch lighting up after each other along the narrow pathway that went to the next room. Neko, the adventurer, waved his hand out in front of him. Nothing happened. He grabbed one of the torches off of the wall and a trigger went off, an echo going through the tomb as the trap was triggered. The walls started to close in. Immediately, we all started running. I was close behind Neko as he lead the group. We were so close to the end and I slipped out with barely enough time. When I turned, I watched as the men behind me were crushed between the two stone walls.
I looked back at Neko who was looking towards a wall with three empty holes. From what I could see with the light being emitted from the fire, there were skeletons along the walls from people who had been here before. Just as I was examining them, the three holes started to spew out sand. Neko jumped away and started looking around the room for some sort of way to get out of there. After a moment of shock, I looked back at the skeletons to see what they had done wrong. That was when I noticed the missing hands. Each skeleton was missing one.
“We have to put our hands in there!” I screamed at Neko who was still frantically searching the wall. It had to be the right one, though or else we would get our hands taken off. I broke off the attached arm to one of the skeletons and shoved it into one of the holes that was spewing sand. I heard a crunch and pulled out the broken bone without the hand. I got another arm, putting it in a different hole. It also crunched, the arm disappearing inside of the mechanism behind the wall. By the time that I had tried to get another arm, they were covered in sand and there was no time to dig. There was only one hole left and I shoved my hand inside, praying to whatever that it wasn’t going to chop my hand off. As I felt around the sand, I could feel a switch inside, a string which I pulled. The sand stopped and the door to our left opened up, leading to a hallway that went to the third room.