Tim was yelling at me to keep moving. Probably was easy for him to do. He was the kind of guy that looks like he spent every day in the gym, his stamina was probably through the roof. Me, on the other hand, did not posess that gift.

Kayla shushed Tim, but I doubted that she would be any more sympathetic than Tim was. “Get up Jasper, the sooner we get moving the sooner we can get out of this goddamn corn maze”.

“What’s the point?” I muttered, moving only to lie down instead of sit. “We all know that this maze should not be this long”.

It was actually one of the first things that we did after getting the job. We were taken on a walkthrough of the corn maze. Of course, calling it a maze would be a generous way of putting it, since it was just a winding straight line that cut through a cornfield, but I guess the whole point of it wasn’t for people to get lost in.

“I don’t think we’re getting out of here, I don’t think we can. Look over the stalks. There’s only corn. You should be able to see the festival, or the parking lot, or the town. But I honestly don’t think they exist anymore. It’s just like the broadcast said.”

Tim and Kayla exchanged looks. They both knew what I was talking about, but I knew they didn’t really believe it. Just a joke played by some of the older scare actors at the park. When they said that something weird was going on over the corn, I wanted to leave, but they insisted that I stayed. And here we are now.

“Just ask for help Tim, god knows we need it”

For the first time since meeting him, Tim seems to take my advice. He pulled the walkie from the executioners costume draped around him and pressed the button to connect us to the main office.

None of us expected to hear screaming. It was background noise on the walkie and half covered up by static, but it could still be heard. It sounded like we had gotten a broadcast from hell.

The walkie was shut off. We knew it wouldn’t do us any good.

And with no other option, we began walking again. What else was there to do.