Short Story: Part 3

 I was too exhausted to move. I started to panic. I scrambled and felt all around me in the dark. I found it. I leaned back and sighed with relief. So much had happened in the past week. Now, I know I'm writing all of this without any context, so let me explain what happened. Our Egyptologist team of six had been invited to Santa Maria's museum of Andean Sanctuaries. We were all specialized in Egyptian stuff, hence the name 'Egyptologist'.  A trip to this museum was unexpected, but we were all excited to go explore. We would be going on a behind-the-scenes tour with the director. It all started out nice. It always does.