There was a crunch as the the unmortared cobblestone gave way, sheer panic gripped Medea's heart as a multitude of insidious traps ran through her thoughts and.. her foot only sank a couple of inches. There were loud cracking and banging sounds coming through the floor and the walls, and another bone rattling tremor that shook the dust of this place. Near the entrance on the east wall, the white mortar began to crumble as two large stone slabs began to extrude into the tunnel. Medea ran desperately to the exit but to no avail, even after centuries of being still, the gears and mechanisms of this contraption worked as they were supposed to. She reached the slabs just as the last sliver of daylight was snuffed out. no light bled in from the seams of the stone. There were no hand holds or edges to grip her fingers on, and even trying to palm smear the face, the stone slab would not budge.<br/><br/>She was trapped in pitch blackness inside the tomb...