“Are we lost now?” Charlie demanded as he and Matt lay at the bottom of the crypt.
“No,” Matt said as he tore strips from his shirt to bandage his arm. “We’re trapped, which is different from lost.”
“Don’t throw technicalities at me,” Charlie retorted. “We’re lost and trapped. And it’s your fault.”
“Two out of three,” Matt agreed. “We’re trapped and it’s my fault.”
“You just can’t give me the “lost” can you,” Charlie said. “Oh, and did the ghoul bite you?”
“No,” Matt said as he tied the bandage off. “It was the zombie giraffe. Didn’t expect that.”