The Egyptian Mummy_(0)

Emily wong switched on her flashlight. She couldn’t believe she was here nor what she was looking at. 
She was just driving to her dig site when she spotted something black in the sands. It was tomb, she had to hook a rope on to the top of the tombs large stone cover and pull it with her truck with dmfour wheel drive.
Now here she was, inside a possibly dangerous tomb, all alone, and no one had any clue that she was here except for the fact her peers were expecting her to make it to the dig site. The only reason she didn’t call it in was because she found a piece of gold in the enterence to the cave. A small statuette, one of Pharoh Setti the First. It made her wonder.
She looked around and saw a few coins to the side of the cave. Her eyes widened in astonishment of find gold laying all over the tomb. It was such a valued item she didn’t think it possible most of the time to think of a treasure to be buried with any body. As she ventured further into the sandstone tomb she smelled something. 
Spices.
Her heart beat increased, she knew that mummies were buried with spices and different fragances to give them a pleasing odor instead of a decaying body.
Emily was a Japanese archaeologist, she went to Harvard and got a masters degree. She had light brown hair, almost a dark red, pale skin, that reflected her light chocolate eyes, slightly almond shaped. The explorer was 5’4 wearing a size “B” bra. Her porcelain skin seemed untouched for her line of work. Her delicate fingers shook a little from excitment from possibly dicovering a new mummy. She was a very slender girl and only 24. She had soft features and a kind face.
She wore a tan pair of skinnies made of normal fabric. She also wore a black loose shirt with a black leather duster. The loose shirt gave her an excuse to not have to wear a bra. Alls it was, was another layer of fabric in an already hot enough shirt. The dusker was full of ice packs that were sown into it. However she kind of had to wear panties. Alot of times she would sneak a peak at her fellow co-workers and get wet, she couldn’t let that soak through her skinnies.
Hear she was, someplace she never thought she’d be in, a tomb to call her own. If there was treasure she would sell half on the black market, the rest she would let get taxed, first by the Egyptian government then by the American government which seems to take over half of her cash, or just take it all together, but she would still have half. She reached the end of the tomb. A room filled with gold and a brass sarcophagus in the middle of the room. She forgot the gold for a minute surprised at the sarcophagus, metal was nailed in all around the edges. On the front of the metal piece there was messege.
“May the afterlife never take this soul so it may be condemned to a never have rest. May he be buried with the Sceptre of the Tortured Undeath to be left in an eternal unrest.” she read aloud,
She pulled a pair of wire cutters thinking to herself of how these people, so adanced, could really believe that the man would stay alive in here for over a 1000 years. She wondered however how much this sceptre would be worth. 
She snipped the sides all over the steel coffin with the face of a scratched out Anubis in it. She pulled on the sides and with one hard tug the lid fell off. She backed off coughing once as the dust flew everywhere.