The smell made Deacon turn and wrech. Smell was always got a more visceral reaction from him. After he spat out the last of the bile from his stomach he managed to put the flashlight back in place. The inside of the diner was filthy and wreached, but there was something else...his brain put it together, he had seen movement of some kind in the rear. "Back there." He pointed with the light, indicating the back of the diner, "I saw movement. There is someone back there...maybe a dog but if its a person there may be answers. What say we check it out?"