9“Randy!” Dr. Withers said as his voice screeched in frustration.
Perspiration dripped profusely from Randy's scalp, creating muddied streaks in the dust covering his face. His clothes were soaked with perspiration. Blood on his torn shirtsleeve had dried and darkened. The wound had stopped bleeding.
Those who had not done so, immediately slipped into gloves, but not because Randy might contaminate them. With the foul air oozing out of that chamber and not knowing the cause but that something had surely rotted in there, they needed to keep their bodies covered because of a fungus called Aspergillus Niger which infected many tombs. Randy wore no protection of any kind.
“How did you get this?” Aaron asked as he ripped Randy's sleeve apart to get to the laceration.
“Never mind that,” Dr.
