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a tool of seduction.  On one particular evening, Alfonse Pinelli brought back to his showroom one Bela Marenka recently of Czechoslovakia and money.  Her first name meant “white” and her last name “bitter” and so it proved for Alfonse Pinelli.  Bela was into raves and uppers and could afford both in excess.  Hours prior to joining Pinelli in his showroom for some end of the world amorous relations on the hood of a certain 2013 Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, Ms. Marenka had attended a rave where someone she had never met before but certainly had sex with, bit her on the inside of her right thigh.  By the time Pinelli was well on his way to expanding his territory into Bela Marenka, she turned and ripped out his throat.  She continued her feast, eating away most of the flesh in his lower back and right thigh.  At three hundred and fifty pounds, all fat and hardly any muscle, Alfonse Pinelli only succeeded in expanding the territory in Bela Marenka’s stomach cavity.  Upon reanimating, Alfonse Pinelli shuffled across the street to Pete Maxwell’s dealership.  Pete never owned a gun.  He never saw the need.  Sleeping in the back until “all this craziness blew over”, Pete was awakened by a very hungry Alfonse Pinelli forcing his way into his office.  At first trying to reason with Pinelli, then reluctantly giving him some of the vicious two-fisted Southern hospitality that so many had urged him to deliver before, Pete “Petey” Maxwell went down.
    Times being what they are, no one was considering the great question much anymore.  In his withdraw and shock, Sam Jennings wasn’t.  Nicole wasn’t either as she sped away from the burning Home Improvement Supercenter.  Had she been though, she might have thanked whoever orchestrated the series of events that made Pete Maxwell open a dealership where he did and sell the kind of cars he had.  She might have offered up a gesture of gratitude to that power for allowing her to prefer the GTO over the Ferrari.  As she flew down the highway, she encountered a group of five Shufflers in the center of the road, stragglers saved from destruction by their tardiness.  Not seeing them in time Nicole plowed the GTO into and through the first four of them.  Limbs and things that connected limbs flew in all directions and landed in the road behind her.  Continuing to swerve, the GTO hit the fifth, and exploded it in a shower of browns, reds, and greens before Nicole could regain control.  Had she been in the Ferrari with its light body construction, she almost certainly would have totaled the car with the impact, dying either in the crash outright or in the feast afterward.  The GTO, with its heavy steel body construction, sped, virtually unscathed toward Fair Valley.  Nicole Bennett was not pondering the great question as she checked her rear view mirror.  Had she realized that the fifth Shuffler to fall victim to Pete Maxwell’s Heavy Metal that day was none other than a wandering Alfonse Pinelli, she just might have.

Twelve
     
    As Nicole entered the town of Fair Valley, she was reminded that abandonment without destruction was the norm.  It made sense that businesses, small ones like Friendly’s and large ones like the Home Improvement Supercenter were left in decent condition.  Both those establishments were outside of city limits.  When the Zombie Apocalypse was in full swing and the government had taken to quarantining whole cities, people who lived in outlying areas were relocated to shelters within the city.  Those in the city were ordered to stay in their homes.  The city was sealed off by roadblocks.  Armed patrols day and night guaranteed compliance.  It amounted to little more than rats in a cage, only these rats were doing more than simply becoming aggressive and fighting each other.  They were dying, reanimating, and eating each other.  As the city was ravaged by the plague and more of its citizenry became flesh eaters, the survivors became