[THERE GO THOSE ALARM BELLS DEAN WAS WAITING FOR. Ding ding ding this guy can't be human; he's like something right out of Night of the Living Dead. Save for... well, less black and white.
There isn't hesitation anymore. The zombie's gotta go. But there's one thing that's bugging Dean. That's why instead of just shooting him, Dean pushes quickly closes the distance and pushes him against the wall. The barrel of the gun presses against the side of R's head.]
There's one of two things going on right now and it would be in your best interest to help me out here. See, Halloween's been over. So you've had the misfortune of being thrown several months ahead or you're a friggin' zombie.
You know what the problem with that is, right? Zombies don't talk.
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There isn't hesitation anymore. The zombie's gotta go. But there's one thing that's bugging Dean. That's why instead of just shooting him, Dean pushes quickly closes the distance and pushes him against the wall. The barrel of the gun presses against the side of R's head.]
There's one of two things going on right now and it would be in your best interest to help me out here. See, Halloween's been over. So you've had the misfortune of being thrown several months ahead or you're a friggin' zombie.
You know what the problem with that is, right? Zombies don't talk.