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problem: I had no idea how to drive it. Thirty minutes after taking it out I'd smashed into three cars, nearly sideswiped a still-human grandmother, and set fire to an abandoned building trying to turn on the radio. Thankfully, no one was hurt…too badly.
    “Are you sure you want to drive? I can do it just fine.” Cindy asked, reading Esoterrorism in the back. She’d changed out of her previous outfit to her sultry Red Riding Hood costume with corset, scarlet hood, fishnets, and all-too-short skirt. I doubted it was very good for fighting but it certainly was an attention grabber. Too bad I couldn’t appreciate it in my concern for Mandy.
    “Everything I'm doing is intentional,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road and hoping I didn’t accidentally kill us all.
    “Even the stupid stuff?” Cindy asked.
    “ Especially the stupid stuff,” I said, slowing down to a more reasonable speed. The streets were hazards of abandoned cars, dead bodies, debris, and worse.
    Falconcrest City's downtown was like no other city in the world. Whereas the rest of the world's architecture had moved on, Falconcrest had kept to a 1940s art deco style which seemed designed to emphasize the city's power and majesty. There were huge towering buildings with statues of Atlas holding up the world, faceless figures holding swords, and gargoyles aplenty. There were a few modern buildings but they were the exception rather than the rule.
    The damage from the recent events, not just the zombies but the rise in superhuman violence following the Nightwalker's death, had left many of these buildings damaged. Some were burnt out remnants of their former selves and others had whole sections blown up by forces unknown. Others had been decorated in Satanic graffiti or bodies chained to the side by the Brotherhood. Large banners proclaimed Zul-Barabas' imminent return and a few had cheesy slogans written in red paint. At least, I hoped it was red paint. One of the most effective was a simple one: “Where are your heroes now?”
    It hurt me to see Falconcrest City this way. While I'd grown up in New Angeles for most of my formative years, I'd moved to this city in my late adolescence. Life had come down hard on my family and, for better or worse, Falconcrest City had taught me how to be mean enough to survive.  Despite all the problems the city had with poverty, supercriminals, and corruption, there were good people here. People who were being abused by individuals who had the exact same sort of powers I did.
    I wanted to help them.
    I just didn’t know now.
    “Anyway, let’s focus on figuring out how we’re going to take out Angel Eyes. He’s vastly stronger than anything you guys are used to facing. Well, maybe not your earlier career, D, but recently.”
    “Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die,” Diabloman quoted Tennyson.
    “Let's avoid the dying part.”
    “Agreed,” Cindy said. “Also, let’s avoid anything too hard or dangerous too. What’s the point if you have to work to be a criminal?”
    “I like your philosophy.” I slowed down the car in hopes of getting better control over it. “But we’re saving Mandy first.”
    “Agreed,” Cindy said. “I like her and you’d be insufferable if she died.”
    Sometimes I wondered why we were friends.
    “So tell me about these 'zombie outbreaks' affecting the city. I'm not going to have flesh-eating undead as the sole occupant of my city soon, am I?” I asked, hating what had happened to my home. I needed more information, though, if I was going to resolve this. What I’d learned from the Backwoodsman was a drop in the bucket to a month’s worth of being in the thick of things.
    “People didn't panic immediately when the zombies arrived,” Diabloman said. “After all, this is Falconcrest City. The dead rising is just another Thursday.”
    “Oh yes,” Cindy said, smiling. “Remember Halloween 2008?”
    “Ah yes.” I remembered I’d been attending a party at the