Chapter 11: Shorty's Flashback: Ruin Unknown Location, Northern Wilderness, 1944

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Shorty followed the oddly made wall. It was gray with broken shells forming a mortar, not unlike the Great Wall of China. He touched it and a jagged edge of a shell cut his hand. Quickly he pressed the wound to his pilot suit's coveralls and waited for the pain to subside.

The air was growing colder and a wind was forcing the lake's waves to rise. He couldn't tell the time from the sun or when dusk would be arriving because of the far north weather and the far that seasonally the sun did not always set like the regions he was familiar with.

He reached the end of the wall and turned into darkness. The corridor was clean, but without the welcoming signs of human habitation. He turned on his flashlight and looked inside.

Nothing. Not even a bat squealing out to greet him.

The air was still cold, but it was warmer than the temperature dropping outside.

Carefully Shorty entered, murmuring to himself, "What would Indy do?"

He moved into the first chamber, feeling the darkness move around him. The thick walls blocked the outside noise of the lake.

His boots hit something.

He lowered his light's beam to the floor, switching the flashlight's filter from red to white. It made him feel better. The Temple of Doom was always black and red in his memories... seeing the white light from his flashlight was enough to bring him back to his current situation. "I'm not there. And this isn't as bad as that," Shorty whispered to himself. He stared at his boots. A small pit had been dug in the center of the room and Shorty recognized its shape. "A fire pit! We can camp here!"

He backed out of the ruin. "Men! I've found shelter! Bring the the supplies in here!"

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