“Don’t do it, Bob!” Joe yelled to his friend. Bob was about to walk into the black cave to retrieve the treasure within Many before him have tried, only to be killed by a curse just a day after they stepped into the darkness.
“I have to. What’s my wife going to say when I get home empty handed?” With that, he walked into the cave. At first, he was hesitant, but farther in, the sweet smell of succulent fruit drew him closer. Farther into the cave he went, navigating his way through the sickeningly sweet passage way. Bob’s thoughts wandered from his wife at home, waiting for his day’s pay, and the treasure waiting at the center of the dark hallways. The utter blackness was no obstacle to him, only his own willpower. He needed to get home with the treasure without eating anything.
At last, he made it to the treasure within. Bob filled his bag with it, even removing some of the days pay and spilling it on the ground to make room. The journey out was much quicker and effortless than the journey to the center. Once he had traveled it once, Bob found that he could remember all of the turns he took, making it easier for him to navigate blindly through the passageways.
When he made it to the outside, he was momentarily blinded by the daylight, but with Joe’s help, they started walking back home. Joe still hesitated to join in on celebrations.
“I don’t know, you’ve got another twenty-three hours to go before I pat you on the back,” he told Bob as they walked into the village. The two kept quiet in the colony in order to keep the treasure safe from thieves.
When they made it home, the two friends parted, each to his house (which was next door to the other’s) where his wife was waiting. While both friends were married, only Bob had children. His children were the reason it was so crucial for him to come home with money and food to put on the table. Joe and his wife were willing to work hard for their pay, and lived simply, but with the utmost care and love for each other.
Bob found his wife looking through the pantry when he walked into the kitchen. The children were waiting at the table for dinner, and they did not seem to notice the emptiness of the cabinets. The wife turned around and looked at her husband desperately without taking the time to greet him.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” the kids asked playfully.
“I don’t know, sweeties,” the mother replied. “Why don’t you ask your dad?”
Bob pretended to be downtrodden and admitted he had nothing. When the children started to cry, he added on, “Nothing but treasure from the cave!”
The family gathered around him and admired the contents of his bag.
“Chocolate,” Bob said, “just for you!” With that, he began to hand bits of the sweet crumbs to each of his family members. They sat down to eat, unknowing of the tragedy to befall them in twenty-two hours. The night passed calmly as the family settled into bed filled with sweet food. The children dreamed of sugar plumbs and the mother dreamed of riches.
Bob, however, was thrown into a terrible nightmare where the chocolate he had stolen from the cave was poison in truth. He fed it to his family and ate some himself, and they all died shortly thereafter. He woke in a sweat, panting, and tried to tell himself it was only a dream.
The next day, Joe slept in and went to work late. When he arrived at work, Bob was not there. Joe’s fears of the cave’s curse began to form more rapidly as the day went on without a single sign of his friend. When he made it home, rather than entering his house, he entered Bob’s house. It appeared as if nobody were home. Joe went through the house calling out for the family. He found nothing until he entered the bedrooms, and there were—
“Sweet, Jesus!” Joe cried out, falling to the ground in a feint. Meanwhile, an alarm rang through the colony.
“THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH OF OUR SYSTEM. POISON HAS SPREAD TO OUR COMMUNITY.”
Bodies lay in the street.
“FIND AN ENCLOSED BUILDING, AND PUT ON YOUR BREATHING MASKS.”
Joe never woke up.
“THERE HAS BEEN A BREACH OF OUR SYSTEM.”
Comfortably in bed laid Bob, toxins covering his hands and face.
“POISON HAS SPREAD TO OUR COMMUNITY.”
In his lifeless hand was the phone that called the emergency number.
“FIND AN ENCLOSED BUILDING, AND PUT ON YOUR BREATHING MASKS.”
A human child poked the black plastic surrounded by dead ants. “No, Jamie!” her mother called. “Go wash your hands, now.” The child went to the bathroom and turned on the water. Her mother found what she was looking for and began to clean the floor.
--Okay, well it's been a while. This isn't the greatest, but it's something, and I'm proud of myself for having finally written for the first time since that weird dream I had over the summer... which didn't really count. Anyway, you get the picture. Thank you's in advance, just for reading up till here! Haha--
Same with treasure later on.
Word choice. I mentioned this above. It can get very, very tiring to read the same words over, even if you're using them in a different way, and I think this would really benefit from better diction. Like I think you wrote 
