Runes on the wall

"We have to get out of here!" she yelled at me.
I continued to stare at the wall.
"We have to get out of here!" She began to pull on my arm. A rock fell on my head.
I slid to the ground. I was still conscious, but my strength was diminishing exponentially. I was being dragged across the sandy ground, but it didn't matter.
I couldn't face what was written on the wall. Runes. Like someone knew I was coming.
I knew a lot about runes, could read, write, interpret. The more difficult it was to digest what I had seen.
She was here. Had been.