Watching his brother closely as Sammy stared at the maze, he wondered if maybe diving into the maze was a bad idea. He hadn't seen Sammy this hesitant in a long time. "It ain't the friendliest looking place." He stepped closer to the opening in the corn that would serve as the entrance for them, wondering if it had just opened up because they were there. "Right."
"Let's go to work." Drawing his own gun, he lit his flashlight and stepped up alongside Sam so they were shoulder to shoulder as they entered the maze. It was darker than he'd anticipated, and it took a moment to adjust to the gloom. He could hear muffled movement and voices from further inside and instinct took over, leading his feet forward, toward danger rather than away from it.