Waiting for the Unknown.

"A strange question, have you said before that you will be the first to check everything? Go ahead, we'll wait," David smiled with obvious sarcasm in his eyes. "Darling, step back here, please, who knows what arrows may fly out or metal spikes will come out of the floor..." He led Elena aside, closer to the exit from where they had just come from.

"Ahaha, it's very funny, maybe even all the exits will close and the ceiling will begin to drop," Marcus liked Anderson's caustic joke, anyway he did the right thing when he decided to take David with him. Only Rick allowed himself such impudence in dealing with him, and not always.

The man approached one of the niches, in size it was small, big enough only to put his palm in there. "Relax, ain't watching a Hollywood movie to be afraid of such primitive traps, AAAAAAAA!"

The loud cry of Marcus and his face distorted by pain made not only Elena but even Armand and David start with horror. Armand jumped to his brother and grabbed his hand, "Get it out of there!"

But the subsequent reaction of Marcus put everyone in a standstill. His scream turned to the loud laughter, the man grabbed his hands on his stomach and leaned his back against the wall, because he could not stand due to the laughter that gripped him, "God, are you seriously seduced by such a joke?! Ahaha guys, your faces are quite something. Ahaha, laughter to tears," he wiped his eyes and straightened.

The look of Armand, still standing nearby, was far from joyful. "Oops, brother, did I really scare you like that? Well, I'm sorry," the guilty smile of Marcus did not have the desired effect.

"When we go outside, I will cut off your hand myself," Armand hissed in response.

"Oh, I'm not sure this will work out."

"Do not worry, I will do this until I am sure that such jokes in your head will no longer arise," when Armand spoke in a steady and low voice, this meant only one thing - he was madly angry. And Marcus knew this very well.

"Don't worry, brother. When we get this knife, you will have the opportunity to deal with me as you wish," Marcus turned to the wall and put his hand in the opening, "There is some kind of thing that looks like a lever, let's try to move it," he grabbed his fingers round something like a little lever and pulled it to the side.

The expectation that something unknown would happen was wrong.

Armand went to the second niche, stuck his hand in it and did the same. But nothing happened.

"Maybe we need to move them at the same time?"

Elena reached for the nearest doorway, but David stopped her, "Don't touch, I'll do it myself."

"But there are four holes."

"I will reach both, stand at a safe distance," the man leaned against the wall and extended his arms. Niches were not very far from each other, but this did not add convenience. "Done, move on 3" he commanded when he grabbed both levers.

"1, 2, 3. Press!"

"... No, it's not interesting anymore, I thought some secret passage would open now," Marcus sighed in disappointment, according to the logic of things, something was about to happen, but it didn't happen.

Elena again examined the drawings on the walls, the little men who were previously depicted in the places of the appeared openings pointed toward the sun. A stone with the sun rose in the middle. Maybe it also had to be involved?

She went to the center of the room and stopped at the slab, "I have one idea, try again."

David, although he did not know what kind of idea she had in her mind, didn't feel enthusiastic about this already, "Be careful, if something happens - immediately run towards the exit, you got it?"

"Got it, don't worry. I run very fast," Elena smiled at her husband in order to calm his anxiety a little.

"Okay, let's do it again. 1,2,3!" Marcus counted and the men simultaneously pulled the levers, at that moment Elena stood with both feet on the plate with the image of the sun.

A rattle was heard around the perimeter of the room, a slight tremor passed through the walls and floor and everything was quiet. Everybody remained still.

"And that's it?" Armand looked at his companions with a slightly disappointed look, it was obvious that each of them was expecting something to happen.

"Maybe some mechanism rusted from antiquity," suggested Elena, "But look, the slab has lowered again, then something worked," the woman pointed to the slab under her feet, which was again even with the floor, "So that means- AAAAA!"

"Elena!"

"Elena!"

"Elena!"

All three men rushed toward the woman when the floor under her legs suddenly fell, and she, together with fragments of stones and sand, collapsed into the darkness.