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Nightmare on Route Thirty
Chapter twelve
1333 Sycamore Street
"Lady I don't have much time, if you're protecting someone I need to know."
The woman sat for a few seconds in silence, she then gently pushed the cat from her lap and stood up.
"You must take me there, to the diner."
Was the woman actually going to help him or was it a trick, Dean had no idea, but he knew he didn't have time to try and figure it out. He lowered his gun and took the woman by the arm. "Let's go."
Outside
The wind threatened to pull the woman from his grasp but he held on to her and soon they were in the car. Dean glanced over at the woman as he drove.
"I need you to tell me what's going on. Those things are going to kill everyone in that diner including my brother if you don't help me stop them."
The woman sat with her head down as if in prayer, then slowly reached up and pulled out a small chain that was hidden beneath her blouse and kissed the gold cross that hung from it.
"It is my daughter you seek."
"Daughter?"
"She works in the diner, her name is Rita."
"Rita!" Dean studied the woman closely and could now see the slight resemblance. "Why?"
"I had Rita when I was fourteen and living in Haiti. We were very poor but my mother married a wealthy man who took us to America. I grew up away from the Haitian ways but my mother still held onto them. I was too young to care for a child so my mother raised Rita and taught her the ways of the old country. She herself still practiced voodoo and handed the rituals down to my daughter." The old woman wiped at her tears. "I had no say in the matter, I was too poor to try and get her back. Rita saw me that day at the diner and she wanted revenge for the way I was treated."
"Is there anyway to stop those things without….?" Dean hesitated, he didn't want to mention killing the woman's daughter but that was the only way he knew to destroy the creatures.
"The only way to destroy black magic is to kill the source; otherwise the zombies will kill everyone they were created to kill, and anyone who tries to stop them."
Dean swallowed hard; the woman was actually telling him he'd have to kill her daughter.
"I'm sorry." He said truthfully.
"You must do what you must do."
Stetson's Diner
Sam lay on the ground wet and cold as debris blew by him. He knew he should try to get up and seek shelter but every movement caused a sharp pain to shoot through his side. He rolled his head slightly to the right and could see that the water he was lying in had turned red with his blood. He silently hoped that maybe he would bleed to death before the zombies got to him, that way at least he wouldn't feel the pain of being ripped to pieces by them. It was then he heard screaming coming from the front of the diner. Apparently the creatures were ignoring him and going after the others as they tried to leave by the front exit. Why was that he wondered? He could tell his body temperature had warmed up and the creatures should be all around him since he was the first to leave the diner but instead they had waited out front for the others. After hearing another blood curdling scream Sam knew he had to somehow help them. He painfully pulled himself from the ever deepening puddle and began crawling toward the front of the diner. He wouldn't be much use without a weapon but maybe he could draw the zombies' attention away from the others and onto himself.
The Impala
Dean glanced over at the woman as he drove. He couldn't believe he was sitting next to a woman whose daughter he was going to have to kill most likely right in front of her.
"There's no way other way to stop them?"
The woman shook her head.
"The zombies will kill everyone who insulted me that is the way it works. Once a curse is started it can only be over when the zombies have done their job, or their creator is destroyed."
Maybe Sam would be safe Dean thought, he hadn't insulted the old woman so maybe the zombies wouldn't go after him.
"My brother wasn't there when you came to the diner. He didn't insult you…. so does that mean he is safe?"
"Your brother is safe as long as he doesn't interfere."
Dean took the corner on two wheels. He knew there was no way Sam would sit back and watch the carnage; he knew his brother would do anything he could to try to save at least some of them.
TBC
