"What's this in my Soup?"

Excuse me waiter" asks the gentleman. "Yes monsieur" answers the Matre'D with a vacant smile, "May I ask what this is, it tastes nothing like steak. I know it's meat, but may I ask what kind" he finishes. "Well monsieur, it is a secret" exclaims the waiter as he heads off to another table, to take one of the many other customers orders.

People are just sattered about, like toys that ned to be gathered up and placed in one spot. The smell of gourmet meals, and odd dishes that where new to them, just made there stomachs rumble, but sickening them at the same time.

Ahhhhhh!!! Exclaims his wife holding a spoon with what appears to be pieces of eye tissue on it (thats what he assumes it is). The Matre"D turns around from the portly man he is waiting on, to face them, "Well monsieur I guess you know now, we use human meat, animals are so overrated these days. It is a fine delicacy from where we come from" exclaims the Matre 'D.

"Where's that might I ask, Haiti" he exclaims. "No monsieur, we come from hell, do you not see the corpses that are seated around you, and they are the damned" he explains.

The man looks over his shoulder and covers his mouth, a large man is sipping soup with a large hole in his throat, and to his right is a woman with a blood stained shirt chewing on what appears to be a severed arm. Every where they look is the living dead, "Is this hell" he asks, "No monsieur, this is not hell, we like to think of it as your eternal prison" he exclaims cackling madly. "This cannot be, it's not real" he hollers, the other people just ignore him, "Why not monsieur" asks the Matre'D, "Because all these people are dead, but me and my wife aren't, we are alive" he exclaims in a terrified voice. "Do you remember the accident you almost had out on the that hillside" he asks, "Yeah I remember" he answers back, "Well you did have an accident and you didn't make it, if you do not believe me then go look in the mirror for yourselfs" cackles the Matre'D. He walks off laugh his head off, "Stupid souls, they never know when they are dead till they find out".

The man and his wife get up and go to the closest mirror, luckily there is a sink in the corner of the restaurant, they scream at what's reflected back at them, blood leaks down their faces, a large fatal gash is embedded in the woman's forehead, dried crusty blood surrounds the open wound,shards of glass as well, one eye is gouged out, and scars are all over her neck, hands, and face.

The man's neck is badly scarred and swollen, he takes a closer look and touches it removing a piece of string, his neck has been sewn up, and so is the gash in his forehead, but that does not keep the grayish liquid from seeping down the length of his face. He touches his neck again and one of his fingers slide into one of the gaps, he removes it as blood drips into the sink along with embalming fluid.

Both of them did not survive the crash after all.

Then all of a sudden they remember everything, like it just happened a few moments ago, the car did go of the canyon's shoulder when the large truck smashed into the side of the car. They remembered the tumble down the side of the cliff, the car striking a large rock, then tumbling down, with the boulder following directly behind them, until they hit the bottom.

The ride was not quite over, to top it off, they had managed to survive, but not long, the boulder dropped on top of the car, thw womans head smashed the winshield, blood and glass was thrown onto the hood. The mans head was torn off from the impact, they both died in a heap of blood,glass, and twisted metal.

They return to their seats and finish eating the light warm meal, that they had already started on.

"Happy anniversary dear" exclaims his wife, "Happy anniversary too you" he repeats as they make their last toast in the restaurant known as hell.