A/N: Hurray! I decided to do another Martin/Aviva fic! Enjoy!
"Aviva, where are we?" Martin complained, pushing his hair out of his face. The two were hot and sweaty. They were in the middle of nowhere – aka somewhere in Colorado.
"Oh, shut up," Aviva snapped. "Your complaining isn't gonna make anything better."
"I guess you're right." He groaned.
"Come on, there's got to be a way to get out of this place," she stated, wiping some sweat off her eyelashes. She rubbed her eyes because they were starting to irritate her. Martin groaned slightly again. Another groan, but it wasn't either of them. "What was that, Martin? I hope that was your stomach!"
"Nope, I don't feel hungry," he replied.
"It wasn't me," he simply stated. "How do we know it's not you?" He smirked.
"I'm not hungry either," she grumbled. The noise was heard again. The two looked around and didn't see anything, so they just shrugged it off. Little did they know, something's following them, very closely, within a hand's reach…?