Chapter 1 of Indiana Jones and the Cult of the Dead

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Chapter 1 - The Death Dig

Kazakhstan: The Kara-Kum desert

    The hot morning sun beat down; the sweat dripped from the hardworking men, whose shovels pounded into the desert sand. One man clanked against a large metal box, Roger who was standing beside him pushed the digger aside, he whispered to the digger "put this next to the truck, make sure I can tell where it is though."

    "Yes sir" The man whipped the dirt from his face, he lifted the box onto his shoulders and carried the package to the truck moaning and grunting.

    The desert was filled with workers digging, to the side was a half covered underground tomb. There were a row of small tents to the left, one was larger and stood out from the others. It was brown and had several small boxes; a bullwhip was laid to the outside.

    A man raises up from his cot, he moaned at the pain from yesterday he slept in those dirty beat, up trousers and stained safari shirt, and the stitching in his webbing belt was showing signs of wear. But he thought with as much as they had been through it figures. He reached across and pulled his hat off the bar on the side of the cot, and propped it on top of his head, this was his favorite piece of clothing, and it was his "lucky" hat because it had had been through many of his adventures. He pulled a gun belt from his shelf his legs ached at every movement he reached for his gun, it was a Smith & Wesson New Century like most of his items it followed him on many adventures. He clicked open the safety and loaded the bullets into the gun, locked the safety and placed it in his holster. He grabbed his shoulder bag, in it's simplicity it was probably a very important item because it held his items, and his secondary weapon, his Browning HP he checked the chamber and made sure it was loaded. He didn't want to get caught without his weaponry.

    "Dr. Jones… oh your awake" The man spoke with a deep commanding voice, he was probably one of the best partners Indiana had ever had, this one actually knew something about archeology.

    "Yeah I was just getting ready. Hey you can go ahead and start. Go on ahead and open the entrance, Kent."

    Indy heard Kent shout commands across the dig. He knew it wouldn't be the same without him. He was most definitely the best Archeologist Indy had seen in a long time. He could probably stay in his tent and Kent could handle the whole dig.

    But I should probably be there to handle this besides I want to be there to see the opening of the tomb, He thought. Indy rubbed his chin. I should also be prepared, he thought to himself. Indy stuffs three sticks of dynamite into his satchel. "No sense getting caught unprepared." He jabbed four more sticks of dynamite and a box of matches into the bag "Wait maybe I should store these matches somewhere else" he muttered to himself shaking the sleepiness out of his voice. He sticks the matches to his inside jacket pocket.

    Indiana looked across the sand except this dig there was nothing - nothing but miles of sand for most people, except when Indiana looked at it he saw an archeologist's dream, maybe the surface was miles of sand but below it, who knows… gold, jewels, and priceless antiquities. He looked around; the dig was a mess Roger Marshall was directing some of the digging. Indiana looked across at the two jeeps; the sand had blown over nearly covering them. The convoy truck had many gold statues, jewelry, a few arrows, and diamonds laid beside the truck, and would all go to a museum, Indiana was proud of his work, he risked his life to bring rare antiquities to museums. He looked to the side and saw lamps, pick ax's, shovels, saw's, and a few guns and knives for protection. He also saw wooden boxes, crates, and other junk. He walked over to Kent and just smiled.

    "Jeez pull" Kent screamed becoming nervous and annoyed at the workers ignorance "What is so hard" Kent grabs at the pry bars still screaming at the diggers "It's not that hard to open a stone slab door" The workers strained at the opening of the door. Indiana stood there holding his whip smiling.

    Indy stares at Kent. If only Kent could hear himself speaking, he knew he shouldn't have left him with so much responsibility especially since it was his first dig. But he thought he could handle it.

    Indy walked towards the dig. His back ached and his arms were filled with pain. He didn't even want to move.

    Just as Indy reached the opening of the structure Kent and the diggers had the door open. Kent was filled with eagerness; he lit a torch and began to run forward into the dark mist. An arm reached forward stopping him dead in his tracks, he froze.

    "That would be a bad career decision Mr. Philbin" He smiled at Kent "Maybe I should lead."

    He takes the torch from a half-surprised Kent. He looked at Indy like he had just seen a ghost. Only in a way Kent had. Indy turns around to see what had so scared him; the torch lit the end of the hall when before it didn't. Indy saw a rotted corpse only it had a necklace of cut-off fingers except it looked as though they were still fresh, yet this cave has not been opened for millions of years. Indy only grumbled he had seen things like this before except the necklace of fresh fingers, half of the diggers ran screaming in terror, Kent was still frozen, his stomach was churning, Indy then noticed something else about the corpse it's ribs had been bashed in…

    "My God," the words mumbled out of Kent mouth.

    Kent only kept mumbling and shaking, he was frightened to death. But Indy was still able to keep himself under control as if he had seen this sort of thing all the time.

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Kent, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 2! :)

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