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Nightmare on Route Thirty
Chapter ten
"Hey! Anyone in there? We're here to evacuate you!" Dean shouted trying to make his voice heard over the roaring wind.
He leaned close to one of the boarded up windows and tried to get a look inside. The room was covered in lit candles and Dean could see strange figurines throughout the room. This had to be the place he thought, then over in the corner he saw her, a woman dressed in black with a black shawl around her, she sat rocking in an old rocking chair, a black cat on her lap. He took a few steps back then kicked the door in.
Stetson's Diner
About thirty minutes after Dean left the freezer lights started to blink and finally went out.
"Oh that's just great!" Earl said as he looked out through the glass into the dark diner. "How long before this thing defrosts?"
"It's been defrosting for the last few hours. The cooling system has been off ever since the storm started, only the lights stayed on." Rita told him. "It stayed cold for awhile but with all these people in here it's only a matter of time before our body heat warms up the place."
"And once that happens those things are going to be all over us." Mike voiced what everyone else was thinking.
Earl looked over at Sam, then walked over and picked up Sam's gun which was still lying where Dean had left it.
"You won't be needing this…. I think we're going to have to cut some of the time your brother has left. If he isn't back in fifteen minutes, you're going out back."
"We can't just turn him over to those things, they'll kill him." Cindy said as she looked toward her husband to back her up.
"We don't have a choice…it's either him or all of us."
1333 Sycamore Street.
Dean burst through the door and headed right for the woman, his gun firmly gripped in his hand. If killing this woman meant saving his brother he knew he'd do it. He had tried to protect Sam all his life and he wasn't about to stop now. He cautiously walked toward the woman who looked up at him ….and smiled. Dean stopped in his tracks; he wasn't expecting that kind of reaction.
"You're going to owe me a door young man."
"I knocked, you didn't open it."
"I never heard you."
Dean knew that could be true, the howling wind and pouring rain was deafening. He took a few steps closer; the woman didn't look at all like he thought she would. He had been expecting a witch like woman who barely spoke English; at least that's what he thought women who practiced black magic would look like. He glanced around the room and was certain the figurines and writing were Haitian; he had to have the right woman. It was then the woman noticed the gun in his hand.
"Are you going to rob me?"
"No…um….." Dean lowered the gun a little but still kept it ready incase he needed it. The woman seemed so ordinary and he wasn't sure if she was trying to trick him or if she had nothing to do with the zombie curse.
"Then why come here with a gun? I have nothing to steal."
"What do you know about zombies?" Dean figured he'd come right out and ask her, he didn't have time to play games.
"Zombies?" The woman actually seemed surprise. "Just because I was born in Haiti doesn't mean I have any knowledge of zombies. Why do you want to know?"
"Because there are zombies attacking people in a diner out on route thirty." Dean knew if the woman really was innocent she'd probably think he was nuts, but then he saw something in her eyes that made him bring the gun back up. He could tell she knew something.
Stetson's Diner
"It's getting warmer in here." Earl said as he walked over to the thermostat and saw that the temperature inside the freezer had risen significantly. He then looked over at Sam. "Sorry kid, but it looks like your time is up."
TBC