Evil dead dead x-ing

Previously I told you about the second Evil Dead sign I saw, the one suggesting, “Join us!”

At the time I thought it was a bit funny, but after today’s trip I’m not so sure.

Over lunch I decided to continue my Evil Dead search where I left off last week.

Again, once I got out into that part of the country, I met no traffic as I drove along those winding country roads. Come to think of it, I didn’t see any wildlife either. No cows in the fields, no birds in the trees, no dogs running in the yards.

To use a colloquialism, there was no nothing.

I got lost once or twice and had to turn around, then backtrack, then take a different turn. On one road I saw skid marks leading to a stain on the pavement that seemed still wet. And it was a big stain, like from a deer or cow or something.

I stopped the car and was about to get out to take a closer look when I was knocked back into my seat by the smell. Last week, near the second Evil Dead sign, the air smelled much like a raw steak that was a little off. Here though, by the stain in the road, the smell was much stronger, and I slammed my door and snapped shut all the vents in the car to prevent any more of that rotten stink from seeping in.

By that time in my trip my lunch hour was almost up. I was about to head back home in defeat when I picked up the trail again, finding the sign shown in the picture above along the side of a barren field.

I’m not sure what to make of the Evil Dead referring to themselves as Deadites though. Might this be a twisted Grateful Dead reference? If the Evil Dead had the munchies, that might explain the lack of people and wildlife. And it would explain the smell.

Only, last week I might have laughed at the joke, but today I couldn’t get smell out of my clothes, so I washed them. The lingering stink makes this whole Evil Dead search I’m on seem not like such a lark anymore.

I mean, someone’s just playing a joke with all these Evil Dead signs, right? The neighbors are just hiding, right? Someone just spilled a bunch of sticky, red syrup in the road, right?

Hmmm. I’ll continue my Evil Dead search another day. Maybe.