People are just dying to eat at Mel’s Diner.
Arlene is running from her old life. While driving a desert road in the middle of nowhere her car breaks down, forcing her to seek refuge in a small diner. Diner owner, Joe has struck a tentative deal with Arlene: in exchange for waitressing one night, he will cover the repairs to her car. On the surface things appear legitimate, but Arlene can’t shake the feeling there’s something off about Joe and his cliché diner.
“I’ve been having déjà vu moments all night. I keep getting the feeling I’ve been here before, done all this before.”
“That’s more than a weird coincidence that you and I are both…” Her voice trailed to silence.
I inhaled deeply, sighed, and said, “It’s downright bizarre, to be sure.”
“Ugh,” Olivia breathed in frustration. “Listen, Arlene—”
Olivia’s eyes fixed on mine before flitting over her shoulder for a glimpse of her mother. The matriarch was reading the New York Times in the dark.
Olivia turned back to me and whispered, teary-eyed, “This whole thing with the black rain, the man who died tonight, and the power going out…do you think maybe that guy is right and this is some kind of military invasion?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe,” I responded honestly. “Maybe this is just a random event…a freak of nature.”
Olivia pursed her lips and drew a weak smile. “I feel so silly, crying on the shoulder of a stranger,” she admitted. She sniffled and laughed softly at the same time.
“Don’t be. It’s okay to be scared. To be honest, I’m scared too.”