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Nightmare on Route Thirty
Chapter three
Dean's arms were full as he backed away from the car. He knew the people at the diner needed everything he had and he wasn't about to let some zombie make him drop it. He tried to reach for his gun but it was impossible unless he dropped what he had in his arms. He glanced to his left and saw that two more zombies were slowly making their way toward him, successfully blocking his way back to the diner. He decided he wasn't about to let them make him drop his supplies so he decided to try and run right through them. He knew they didn't move fast and hopefully he could run right through them without any problem. He ran toward them and as he passed them he could feel them grabbing at his clothes and just when he thought he might have made a mistake he heard five rapid fired shots and watched as each of the zombies was struck in the head. They all fell to the ground and lay their motionless, but Dean knew it was only a matter of time before they were back on their feet. He continued toward the door and now could see Sam leaning against the door holding it open, a rifle in his hand.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" Sam asked as he shut the door behind Dean.
"I figured I'd be back before you even missed me." Dean peeked out through the curtains and could see that other zombies now surrounded his car.
"Do you know what would have happened if one of those things bit you?"
"Yeah…I know." Dean looked back at Sam and could see that he had started to bleed through the bandages. "Damn it Sammy I told you to rest."
"I was too busy saving your butt."
"I had it all under control." Dean said as he led Sam to one of the booths and helped him sit down.
"Yeah it sure looked like it." Sam gave a little smile and then his expression turned serious.
"What the hell's going on here Dean?"
"I wish I knew. Zombies can only come from someone practicing voodoo, at least that's what Dad's journal said." Dean gently unwrapped Sam's bandages then wiped the wound with the antibiotic ointment he had in their first aide kit. He winced in sympathy when Sam pulled away from him when the pain became unbearable. "Sorry Sam but I need to keep this clean." He knew his brother needed to see a doctor but there was no way to get him to one, not with the zombies surrounding their car, and not with the storm raging outside.
"I know….it's okay." Sam tried to hide his pain as dean rewrapped a clean bandage around the wound.
"You know what the weird thing is?"
"What?"
"The weird thing is we didn't see any zombies out on the road until we came in here. And the ones that are here seem to be hanging around the diner and don't seem to want to leave the parking lot."
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm thinking that they're after someone in here. Who ever created them must be pissed off at someone here in the diner and they sent their zombies to do their dirty work." Dean once more peeked out through the curtain and could see that most of the zombies were standing around watching the diner; even the ones who had been shot in the head rose then stood and faced the diner.
"But who?" Sam asked as the brothers looked around at the customers. There was a family of five who looked scared to death but innocent enough, then five men including Earl and Rick, then two women, and then Rita the waitress.
"Let's see if we can find out how this all started." Dean said quietly to Sam, he then turned to the patrons of the diner. "Can anyone tell me when this first started happening?"
"About an hour ago." Rick spoke up.
"We stopped here to get out of the storm and were just sitting here having a burger and all of a sudden one of those things tried to come in the door."
Rita walked over.
"And if Earl and Rick hadn't gone back to their car for their rifles who knows what might have happened."
"Everybody else was already here?"
"Yeah."
"This may sound strange….but is there anyone around town that has Haitian blood?"
"Haitian blood? What the hell does that matter?" Earl asked.
"It matters because those things out there are usually created by someone with knowledge of Haitian voodoo. More then likely there's a curse on one of you in here and that's why those things are out there."
"How the hell do you know that?" Earl looked around at the other people in the restaurant. "Those things showed up right before they did." Earl pointed to Dean and Sam then looked back at Dean. "How do we know you're not the reason they're here?" Earl walked toward the brothers. "Who are you two anyway?"
When Earl got too close to Sam, Dean stepped between them. This man had hurt his brother once and there was no way he was going to hurt him again.
"That's none of your business, but if you get any closer to my brother I'm going to forget that you shot him accidently."
Earl gave a little mocking laugh and was about to take a step closer till he got a good look at Dean's face and knew he wasn't kidding.
"Are you threatening me?" Earl asked as he gripped his rifle tighter.
"Just stating a fact." Dean said glaring at the man. He actually hoped Earl would make a move; he'd like nothing more then to jam his rifle down his throat for hurting his brother.
Earl turned and looked back at the others.
"We never had anything happen like this before. Don't you think it's funny that those things showed up right before those two did?"
Dean watched as every eye in the house turned to look at him and his brother suspiciously.
TBC
