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</div>Nena was tall, at 5'11".  Yet it was a stretch for even her long arms to hug the Aussie in front of her.  If she had any other option, she would have changed her mind by this point in time.  But as much as she wanted to leave him behind, he seemed like the type of survivalist that Havenshire could use.<br/><br/>"Take that dirt road to your right.  It will connect with 231 and take us into Pell City.  I want to see if my Aunt Sadie is still alive before we go out to Havenshire.  By the way, my name's Nena.  Nena Crawford."<br/><br/>After that, she lapsed into silence for most of the ride to Pell City.  If he wanted to talk, that was his choice.  She was planning a battlefield strategy, because her family land was about to be attacked.<br/><br/>Pulling up in front of Aunt Sadie's house, Nena was fairly certain she was dead.  All the flowers in her flowerbeds were dead, something that was unthinkable if Sadie were alive.<br/><br/>"Wait here, "she said as she pulled the key from the ignition to insure he wouldn't leave.  No dead body inside.  Just dust, another thing Sadie would never allow if she were alive.  And the cats were gone as well.  She had a nagging suspicion the Slade family was behind her aunt's disappearance.  If she'd been turned and added to those walkers in the quarry, Nena was going to make them pay.<br/><br/>Returning to the bike, she put the key back in the ignition, hopped on, and said "Go straight until we get to the gas station and then turn left."<br/><br/>But as they pulled by the gas station, Nena suddenly yelled "STOP!"  Her gun was out and she was off the bike in a flash.  She looked at the old man laying on the pavement, then turned, her gun pointed at the young man leaving the gas station.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you and why'd you kill Cornelius Slade?<b>HE WAS MINE TO KILL!  HOW DARE YOU!"  </b>She knew she was sounding a bit petulant at that moment, but she was sure Cornelius or his son had something to do with the disappearance of her aunt.  But now the old fart couldn't give her any information.