Stay awake for at least a couple of hours
From Create Your Own Story
You decide it wouldn't hurt to stay awake for just a couple of hours, just in case. Selecting a book from the small collection you brought with you, you sit in a comfortable chair to read, glancing up from time to time at both the door and the window.
Almost two hours later, you decide you're just about ready to go to bed when you hear a faint scraping sound from outside. Quickly extinguishing the lamp, you make your way to the third-story window and peek outside. Two men with ropes and grappling hooks are standing on the ground directly under your window.
Swiftly moving away before they can notice you, you jump into bed, grabbing your revolver and sword and hiding them under the covers. You lie back and listen, hearing the faint sounds of the hook catching and the men climbing up. As a shadow appears in the window, you pretend to be asleep.
The men climb into your room, one after the other, each armed with a cruel-looking dagger. They cautiously approach your bed.
Suddenly, you sit up straight, pointing your revolver at the intruders. "Naughty naughty, boys. It's not polite to break into a lady's room." You smirk to yourself at the looks of fear and surprise that appear on their ugly, grimy faces. "Now drop your little knives."
One of the men suddenly hurls his dagger at you. With your lightning-quick reflexes, you expertly catch the weapon with your free hand and hurl it back at him. The dagger plunges deep into his torso from the strength of your throw, the blade penetrating his heart. He collapses, dead before he hits the floor. The second thug drops his weapon in alarm, raising his hands in surrender. From his facial expression, you can tell that he is in awe of your combat skills and also sexually attracted to you.
You shake your head at the dead corpse, your long silky dark brown hair flying back and forth, as you climb out of bed and approach the frightened surviving intruder, your revolver pointed at his head. You look down at him, as you are a few inches taller, and fix him with a piercing stare. "Now, perhaps you would like to tell me why you and your late friend broke into my room."
"Okay, okay!" he blubbers. "I'll tell you everything! We were part of a band of...adventurers exploring ancient Egyptian tombs."
"Looters, you mean," you say quietly.
"No...yes...I mean...okay, looters!" He gulps in fear at your intimidating, large-caliber weapon still pointed directly at his forehead. "Anyway, we found this unexplored tomb and thought we had it made. But then, we were ambushed. Arrows came from out of nowhere, we couldn't see who...or what...was shooting them at us. We fired back with our guns, but we couldn't see the attackers...One by one, we were cut down by those arrows until only two of us were left. Then we heard this voice, we couldn't see who or what it was. It said we had disturbed a sacred tomb, and the only way we could save our souls...and our lives...was to do exactly as it ordered. It told us where to find you and said to bring you to the tomb."
You nod. The looters must have gone into the same tomb you did, probably from a different entrance, and had run afoul of the mummy and his lethal skeleton archers. "So now the question is, what am I going to do with you?"
The man drops to his knees. "Please, Miss Anastasia, don't kill me!"
You knee him in the face dominantly, not full force, but just enough to draw blood. "Quit your groveling. I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to use you." He nods and swallows hard.
