Me and my father had been mining all day. This was a tiring job and we were sweating hard. While I had been shoveling for relics my dad hooked up the power washer to make our search for ancient artifacts go quicker.
I had uncovered a thousand year old burial site of a mummy when I was digging. This might have been the greatest discovery in my career and I was only 17 years old, or so I thought. I was crying I was so happy, my dad on the other hand was just straight up surprised.
All of a sudden the stone head I had picked up fell to the ground and revealed writing. Now I knew it was a warning, but then I was naive and thought nothing of it. I instead moved on and looked upon my new found riches.
When it came time to move the mummy I touched him. The mummy was so cold almost as if it were in Antarctica. The feeling of death was so immense I could feel the cold reaching up my body. My heart, then my throat then my tongue then my head. I shook it off as if it were nothing.
When I walked into the mine shaft I was confronted by multiple horrible creatures. I had thought that my dad was above ground but I was sure that my father was dead and I was going to be next. Once again my brain hurt with a pang of coldness.
You won't be as lucky as your father. He got a quick death.
I grabbed the power washer with both of my hands. The anger coursing though my veins was so strong.
Say hello to my little friend, me and him will be the last thing you'll see.