Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #108

I guess that Dean finally got what he wanted.

When we were kids and we were coming back from a hunt with Dad, my brother often looked disappointed that we didn’t meet any zombies because “Yeah, yeah, ghosts and monsters are…fine but zombies! Imagine that Sammy! A zombie apocalypse would be SO much fun, you know, like in Dawn of the Dead?!”. Dad would roll his eyes, exasperated by his son’s obsession with the living dead but Dean kept bringing back the zombies on a regular basis and even managed to get me interested as well.

And here we are. The fucking Zombie Apocalypse. The real one this time, nothing compared to what we had to face in the past with the Leviathans taking possession of human bodies or even when Bobby’s wife and a couple of friends came back from the grave. We’re talking about a disaster of biblical proportions controlled by a force so powerful that the universe itself judged it necessary to contain it since the dawn of time.

The Darkness is still on the loose and spreading a trail of zombies in its wake but at least, I found a way to reverse this “virus” thanks to Holy Oil. Fantastic. But how many gallons of Holy Oil will be necessary to cure the whole country, the whole world if the epidemic is spiraling out of control? If millions of people are infected, the Angelic cure won’t mean squat.



And let’s not count on God’s help either to make us see the light at the end of the tunnel. In a moment of despair, I got the bad idea to pray in the hope that this son of a bitch would still be around but the only sign I got where headaches and visions from Hell like in the good old days.



So much for descending from Heaven in a halo of light and saving Humanity. Thank you, A+ customer service, really.

Anyway, the Zombie Apocalypse is way less fun than expected. Forget about running after stupid zombies with a shot gun while quoting Simon Pegg or Bruce Campbell. Picture instead dead people bathing in black goo all over the place, traditionalist Reapers with no humor carrying on their job and threatening Dean and I of the darkest future you can imagine, Crowley enjoying himself as if he were in Disneyland, and let’s not forget a soul eating little girl that would make Damien from The Omen pass as the most adorable kid in the world. I’m almost missing Rowena’s shenanigans.

You finally got your Zombie Apocalypse, Dean. Next time, be careful what you wish for.

