"Crap! Crap! Cr--- ah--- Oww"
Nate was deep in the jungles of Mexico searching for an ancient tomb, when he abruptly found the entrance, by falling into it.
"Whew... gotta watch my step" he said to himself dusting himself off. Taking out his flashlight, Drake made his way along the tunnel, before hitting a dead end.
"Weird, it should be right here?"
Carefully, the treasure hunter began to pull the vines off the wall, to reveal some heavily weatherd ancient text.
"Beware all who... blah, blah, blah... for those who drink from, something something... defy the sands of time?"
Trying to discern the text, Drake then found a loose stone to the right. Pressing it, the wall began to open.
"Bingo" he said smugly.
He entered a dark room. Looking around, he saw a sconce on his left. After rummaging for a lighter in his pocket, he lit the sconce to find, to his surprise, it still worked. The flames traveled from one sconce to the next until the whole room was lit.
"Huh, how about that"
The room he was in was surpassingly preserved, lined with ornate reflective stones, like mirrors. Drake stopped to look at his reflection, smiling in a cocky fashion at his studly appearcnce.
He flexed his arms, making his biceps bulge out of the rolled up sleeves of his dark navy henly top, unbuttoned enough to show the hairy cleaveage between his pecs. He then looked down at his legs, clad in dark brown/green chinos, dusting the mud off his legs, before adjusting his belt and holster. He then put a hand to his handsomely stubbled jaw. At 6"1, and 190lbs of muscle, he was a fine specimen of a man.
"Still got it" said the 33 year old, with another cocky half smile. He then turned to the centre of the room, where there was a pool of clear sparkling water, a small gold statue of a fat man sitting on a podium in the centre.
Wading out to the middle, Drake pushed a spear riddled skeleton out his way.
"s'cuse me..."
He then picked up the statue, tossing it from hand to hand.
"That was easy"
He then waited, half expecting the tomb to collapse or ancient guardians to come to life, but nothing happened.
"Huh, thats a first" scoffed Nate. He then looked down at the water. Nate had to admit, he was thirsty, and a quick drink couldn't hurt.
Kneeling down, he took a few sips, before standing up, wiping his mouth, and heading back to the exit, statue in tow.
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