Days Za Vue

AJ slapped the back of Matt’s head as they slinked past the poorly hidden doorway for the third time. “It’s right there, you muscle-bound buffoon,” she hissed as she pointed a tanned, manicured finger at the low-slung door.

“I know,” he spat back as he rubbed the back of his aching head.

AJ crowded up against the larger man, grabbed his shirt with her fists and growled, “Then why aren’t we using it to leave this disgusting maze?”

“Because it’s just too convenient of a clue,” he responded.

“Too convenient?” she said incredulously.

“It’s gotta be a trap,” Matt answered.