About to explore an ancient tomb, on an uncharted jungle island

Katherine had always been enamored of the stories of old tombs, of the tales of vast wealth and power hidden away by long-lost civilizations in exotic locations. She had dreamed of being a real Lara Croft, a brave, adventurous woman who unearthed these treasures, against the odds.

Unfortunately for her, she was quite the klutz. Despite her natural athleticism, she wasn't the most coordinated person, with a tendency to trip over her own feet. She'd played sports in high school and college, always a second-stringer, just because of her lack of coordination. To make matters worse, she wasn't exactly the most aware person, either, often being blindsided by things which other people saw coming long beforehand.

Despite that, she'd persevered through college, studying archaeology and coming out with top grades, and staying in excellent shape. Her father, recognizing that he'd never be able to keep her from her dreams, had spent a rather large sum of money seeking a way to keep his daughter safe. While she'd never ended up with anything more than lumps or bruises in the past, what she was now doing was incredibly dangerous, and he wasn't going to let harm come to her where he could help it.

After searching high and low, and trying everything modern science had to offer, without success, an old gypsy lady had approached him one day, saying she could help. At wit's end, and **** to ensure Katherine's safety, he had taken her up on her offer, paying her handsomely for an amulet that she swore would reveal the natural resilience within Katherine. He'd gifted it to her, along with providing enough funds for her to buy her equipment and passage to the first tomb she had located, and wished her the best of luck.

Now, the 24-year-old woman stood before her first real tomb! Her father's funds had enabled her to hire a ship to drop her off here, as well as buying a robust selection of gear for her journey. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough money to hire any additional staff to support her, so she was on her own. She brushed a lock of her long, blond hair behind her ear, smiling from ear-to-ear as she prepared to enter the tomb.

Her clothing was a bit more modest than Lara's, mainly because she tried to cover her skin completely due to her clumsiness. She wore a pair of sturdy tan cargo pants over a black thong, and a leather jacket over a light-green tanktop and a sturdy black bra, to support her C-cup breasts. Her feet were clad in a comfortable pair of hiking socks and a rugged pair of hiking boots, and thin leather gloves covered her hands. On her back was a pack with rope, grappling hooks, a magnifying glass, pitons, and other gear to enable her to traverse the tomb. Around her waist rested a belt with a large hunting knife, a holstered pistol, and a climbing axe, plus a few pouches in which to store anything she might find. Satisfied with her gear, she slipped the small amulet around her neck, letting it settle into her cleavage. A faint tingle coursed through her, which she wrote off as nerves, and she set out to enter the tomb.

Author's note: The tomb is intentionally vague, so that others may create their own tombs, if they want.