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𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙘, 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤
𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 in the next town, to wait for here there. The shades are drawn, and Mark peers through them cautiously. A few people are gathered outside. Behind him, Sam pulls out a hunting knife and checks the blade as Dean loads a gun. In the lab, Pam has just dropped a vial of blood, she screams.

"Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?" Pam screams.

"You're clean, you're okay." Dr.Lee says.

"Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!" Pam says.

"No, we can't, because those things are everywhere." Dean says.

Pam sinks down. "Oh god..."

"Hey, shh, shh." Dr.Lee conforts her.

"She's right about one thing. We can't stay here. We've gotta get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming." Sam says quietly.

"Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty." Dean says.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles — even with all your hardware we're, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives . . . " Mark says.

"I can set them on fire." Scarlett says.

"No." Dean shoots it down.

"Why? I'm the solution Dean." She says.

"You can't trigger your curse, your mom and dad would kill me for letting you do that Scarlett." He speaks softly to her looking in her eyes.

"I'm saving people Dean." She says.

"Scar, Dean's right. You can't trigger your curse." Sam says. She sighs in defeat. The three towns people look at them weirdly.

Sam glances up at a shelf of medical supplies and gets an idea. "We could make some." He goes to the shelf and takes down a bottle of Potassium Chloride. just then, someone starts pounding frantically on the front door. The boys run out.

"Hey! Let me in, let me in! Please!" Duane says.

"It's Duane Tanner!" Mark sopens the door and lets Duane in. He has a backpack and is limping.

"Thank god." Duane says.

"Duane, you okay?" Mark asks.

"That's the guy that I, uh." Dean clicks tongue quietly to Sam.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"Who else is in here?" Duane asks.

Dean grabs his arm. "Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief. Hey Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?"

Dr.Lee leading the group into the lab "Pam?"

"Who are you?" Duane asks.

"Never mind who I am. Doc." Dean says.

"Yeah, okay." Doc says.

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asks.

"On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I . . . I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran, I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?" He asks.

Dean turns to Sam and Scarlett, attempting a joking tone. "Awkward . . ."

Scarlett forced herself not to laugh. Duane is sitting on a stool, his left leg has a deep gash in it.