Derek frowns and keeps looking at Ray. The gears in his head are turning. Eventually he sits down in an empty chair and takes out his folding knife, twirling it with his fingers.
Without looking up he asks, "Hey Mike, you keep and guns around here? Or know anyone that does?"
Mike heads over to the counter and grabs a shotgun he'd had stashed behind it.
"This ain't the city," he says, "everyone out here has something at home to use for protection."
John leaves the diner and heads to his car and pops open the trunk and grabs some dry clothes and his gun cleaning kit. He also grabs a magnum that he keeps in the trunk and grabs two boxes of bullets one for his magnum and the other for his glock. [The glock is what he has been using the entire time so far] Before he closes the trunk he almost forgets to grab a couple of empty magazines for each gun, he grabs them and closes the trunk and heads back into the diner. John sets the equipment next to his dismantled gun and without saying a word heads into the bathroom to change clothes. [The clothes are a simple red shirt and pair of blue jeans and some simple sneakers.]
"And apparently our friend has extras," Mike says. He sits down on top of a table, making sure he has a good view of the front windows.
"I don't know exactly what you all saw out there, but I think it's time I told you what I know." He holds up a hand. "It isn't much, but I'm here because my father was in World War 2, and at the end of it he was assigned to live here and run this diner."
"Apparently," he continues, "in the 30s the government got wind of something going on in Abramton. Devil worship, cult type of stuff. It was bad enough they came in with troops and leveled the town, doing everything but erasing it from the maps."
"Dad was put here to give word if anyone came around and tried to start anything up again. He collected a monthly government check for running the diner, and when he died I took over."
"When the pink skies showed up, I tried to call the number they'd given me, but there wasn't a connection."
He looks out the window at the light shining in. "I wish I knew more, but that's it."
