Melissa had fallen asleep as they drove, but was woken when the car pulled to a stop. She looked out the window, trying to gauge the time. She then remembered the car had a clock that was still working. The display read 12:30.

"Stupid," she muttered to herself.

"What was that?" Seth asked from his seat beside her.

"Nothing. Just forgot we had a working clock," she muttered.

Roman laughed from the other side of the car.

"It's not that funny!" Melissa protested.

Punk turned around, having put the car in park and taken the key out. "Actually, it is."

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Whatever. It's not my fault I've gotten used to them not working." She glanced out of the window, looking at where Punk had stopped. "Hey, I recognize this place. We've barely gone 30 miles!" She was surprised it had taken them almost four hours to reach the rest stop they were currently parked at.

"There may not be any more traffic, but everyone's cars are still on the road. It took a while to go around some of the wrecks."

"Oh," was all Melissa could think to say. Her gaze continued roaming over the rest stop, wondering if there were any zombies wandering around out there. She shivered as Roman, Dean, and Punk got out of the car. Seth slid out after Roman. She was surprised when Punk opened her door.

"Come on, you need to stretch your legs," he told her. "It wouldn't really be helpful if you got a blood clot."

"Deep vein thrombosis," Melissa piped up.

"What?" Punk asked in confusion.

Melissa laughed. "My dad liked to throw that term around; it's just a fancy way of saying blood clot."

Punk rolled his eyes. "Just get out."

Melissa was now in a better mood by thinking positively about her family. She hopped out of the car and had to reach out and grab Punk's arm as a wave of dizziness hit her. "Got up too fast," she said, laughing at herself as she let go of Punk.

Punk looked at her with puzzlement. "You're in an awfully good mood."

"I enjoyed the wonder known as air conditioning," Melissa joked. She reached back inside the car, grabbing her screwdriver. "I'm gonna go see if the bathrooms still work."

"You should probably take someone with you," Punk warned.

"Yeah, because I totally want a guy following me into the bathroom." Melissa said sarcastically.

"Please just see if Roman or someone will wait outside in case you need help."

"I'm messing with you. I get how the buddy system works," Melissa said teasingly. She left Punk, heading towards where Roman, Seth, and Dean were grouped around a vending machine.

"Hey, awkward request here…" Melissa started.

"Roman, go with her," Dean said, not even looking up from the vending machine.

"...How…"

"You talk loudly," Dean informed her.

Melissa shrugged. "Okay," she said, dragging the word out. She was still in too good of a mood to really care. She started heading for the bathrooms, hearing Roman start after her.

She reached the low stone building with the door labeled "Ladies." She stopped dead in the doorway as a foul stench flooded out.

"Holy cow, that smells!" Melissa muttered, pulling the collar of her shirt up over her nose. She hesitantly peeked inside, but it was pitch black inside. She turned to face Roman. "Got a flashlight in one of those vest pockets?" she joked, not really expecting him to have one.

"Actually I do," Roman said mildly, pulling a small flashlight out of one of the pockets.

"Show-off," Melissa grumbled. She took the proffered flashlight, turning it on. She gagged as she moved the beam around the inside of the room. There was a pile of bodies sitting in front of the sinks, all of them in various stages of decay. Flies were everywhere, making it look like there was a black cloud in the room. The floor tiles, probably once white, were splattered with pools of red. On one of the walls, painted in a red liquid—Melissa was almost positive it was blood— were the words "NOWHERE IS SAFE."

"Um, is that a warning?" Melissa said, looking away from the grisly sight. She was pretty sure she didn't have to use the bathroom anymore.

Roman shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't like it. Something doesn't feel right."

Suddenly a thud resounded through the bathroom. "What was that?" Melissa asked as she slowly backed away from the door.

Roman followed her, not answering. He was a few feet away when Melissa tripped.

She stumbled over a rock, crashing to the ground. Not a moment later a zombie came running out of the bathroom. Melissa had a moment to notice the frayed rope around its neck before she started scrambling to her feet. She had dropped Roman's flashlight but still had a good grip on her screwdriver. This time she didn't hesitate. As the zombie came at her, she raised the screwdriver, and the zombie simply impaled itself on it. Melissa yanked the screwdriver out, watching as the zombie collapsed to the ground, now dead. "Double dead," Melissa mumbled to herself.

Roman approached her, picking up his flashlight on the way. He carefully rolled the desiccated body over with his boot. When it didn't respond in any way, Melissa took a closer look. It looked like a girl no older than Melissa. She was wearing what had probably been a white shirt; it was red and a greenish-brown with old blood and decay. Melissa shuddered as she realized the girl was missing most of the right side of her face. She glanced at the rope again. "Looks like she was hung."

"That must have been her falling then," Roman said, referring to the thud from earlier.

"Let's hope she was the only one in there." Melissa walked forward, carefully closing the door. She spotted a larger rock that would probably hold the door closed. "Help me move that," she told Roman.

"And let's hope the men's bathroom isn't in the same condition," Roman muttered as he helped Melissa move the rock in front of the door.

"Amen to that," Melissa said. She pulled on the door handle, smiling a bit with satisfaction as the rock held the door in place.

They headed back to Seth and Dean, who had been joined by Punk. Dean turned around. "Can I borrow your screwdriver?"

Melissa held it out. Dean grimaced at the mess covering it. He then took a closer look. "That's fresh."

Melissa nodded. "There was one zombie in the bathroom, and a whole bunch of dead bodies. Though I think they were all dead dead. From what I could see, they all had damaged heads."

"Dead dead," Punk snorted.

"Dead once, came back, killed again. They're dead dead." Melissa said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Whatever. You block off the door?" Dean asked, carefully handing the screwdriver back to Melissa.

Melissa nodded as she took it back. "Should we go check the men's bathroom?"

"Probably wouldn't hurt."

"Be careful," Seth warned.

"No kidding," Melissa said, rolling her eyes. She headed off in the direction of the men's restroom.