Circles

"We're going in circles," Henry insisted.

Randolph snatched the map from him and flicked on his torch. "We are not - see this right here? That's the church we passed ten minutes ago."

Liam said, "We also passed that church an hour before that."

Henry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long until the locals realize that we escaped the jail?"

"Not long enough," Liam said, and drew his pistol.

The townsmen shuffled toward them, zombie-like, bloodlust in their eyes.