A brief snap echoed through the dark hallways and up the ever-frequent roofing holes. Underestimated that fall; looking back up to the ledge, looming over me like a gargoyle on a medieval stormy night. I slump over to the wall and put my back against it, rubbing my ankle while trying to snap it back into place. Another snap echoes through the once-glorious crumbled walls, I rest my arms on my knees and lean back to the wall. Setting my firearm next to me, I stare towards the middle of this newly discovered room. Amazing how quiet it is in here, outside is a hell-storm of sands and heat; the wind slapping you and embedding sand between your plates. It’s too quiet in here, unsettling to me I shift my weight up and forward, bringing myself to my feet. There is a faint vibration about this place, quickly becoming a violent rumble. I pick up my weapon and examine the room; it is large, underground, the floor littered with sand and rubble. The only entrance or exit seems to be the ledge I dropped from, this is not good. The middle of the room begins to open up, sand and rubble falling into it as it opens beneath me. The floor stops, there is now an square hole about 5 feet in size before me. Growls and grunts can be heard below, “Here we go.”