Part 1:

With a furious groan the stone doors of the mausoleum opened upsetting thousands of years of dust covering the room.

"You go first…" ordered Megan, the junior archaeologist.

“Fine” grunted her assistant Mark, still trying to recover from getting those doors open. Thinking he was out of ear shot he began muttering to himself, “Two weeks of marching through the jungle, now this bullshit. For what. An artifact that might not even be on this damned continent.”

"Don't think I didn't hear that!" shouted Megan as she began to follow behind Mark at a distance. Megan was a beautiful redhead that wore large circular glasses matching the color of her hair and partially covered her gorgeous face. She wore her hair back in a long braid, with a few loose strands hanging down over her forehead. She wore an off-white under-shirt and a tan short sleeve button-down. Her ample bosom forced her to leave one or two extra buttons to be undone. She also wore short khaki shorts that put her limber legs on full display and hugging her shapely thighs, and tight hiking boots that caused her ankles to muffin over them. "I'll write you up if I hear another complaint like that again- COUGH" Megan was interrupted by a coughing fit as the dust of the room got to her.

“Damn. If you’re personality was as good as your looks.” He muttered back, inaudible under the fit.

It was her looks that originally drew him to this assignment, when she first approached him he was absolutely captivated by he beauty, but as their adventure began her true colors began to show. Mark was simply a tool to Megan, and he knew that. All she did was order him around and ridicule him incessantly about any mistake, any miss step. Whether it was his fault or hers, he was always to blame.

There were good times between them though, like when—

"Quit your muttering and search the room!" Megan ordered after finally recovering from her coughing fit.

Nope just a bitch. Mark surveyed the room, dimly lit by his sole torch, which of course he had to carry. God forbid Megan lift a finger. Across the room he spotted a pedestal, the light of the torch reflecting off the top of it.

“Hey I think we got something!” He shouted with joy.

"Let me see!" said Megan as she rudely brushed Mark aside to see the treasure they found.

"LIGHT!" she shouted for the torch's return over the object after shoving Mark aside.

Mark regained his balance, standing next to her. Gazing upon a engraved copper ring sitting upon the pedestal.

“What the hell is this?” he questioned, anger welling up in his chest, “all of this for a chunk of fucking copper?”

Megan sighed. She was sure this was going to be the treasure they were looking for.

"Well, no sense leaving it here." she said as she reached for the ring. "Maybe it has SOME value." she said as she grabbed it.

And quite quickly, the sound of a mechanism being triggered was immediately followed by two large crude hammers shaped out of rock that came swinging down from above. Fast.

And, with only milliseconds of warning making it impossible to react, the crude hammers met. At the sides of Megan's head.

A loud clack like a gun shot echoed across the chamber, and Mark felt something warm splatter against his face. He stood for a moment in shock while his brain registered what just happened.

“M- M- Megan?” He stammered, slowly turning his head. He knew what happened, but he didn’t want it to be real. His eyes met the grizzly scene.

Her body laid on its back, missing its head. One arm rested on her breast, with the other out to her side. Her legs were both bent at the knees. Blood spurted from the open wound atop her neck as her body twitched on the floor. Hands grasping repeatedly at the air, tits bouncing with every jerk, a wet spot formed around the crotch of her shorts.

The hammers swung back a bit, releasing a grizzled mess of flesh, brain, hair, skull, and a broken pair of glasses, which plopped to the floor.

Mark fell to his knees, one hand resting on Megan’s abdomen, the other on the copper circlet.

“Please. Please come back.” He muttered helplessly knowing it would have no effect.

The mess of crushed remains that was once her head suddenly began to shift along the floor accompanied by a slimy, grimy sound, and came to a stop above the stump of her bleeding neck.

“Wh- what the fuck?” Mark gasped ask Megan’s lower jaw formed, her teeth and tongue visible, throat gasping for air.

Megan's random twitching started to come under control as the rest of her skull, brain, and face reformed.

Even her glasses reformed like new right above her eyes.

Megan took a sharp intake of breath as she literally came back to life.

"GAAASP!"

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To be continued…