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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 11, 2010 20:17:08 GMT -5
Ow... Rae thought as she whipped the blood from her lips. F-ing tank...
She gazed around the safe room for Dahlia, then raised an eyebrow when she found the girl drawing on the safe room walls. Okay...
Rae sighed. At least she's safe.
Turning, she faced the older woman that had helped them. "Thanks for your help. We would've been dead if you hadn't came-" She paused.
Her gray eyes heated with unimaginable hate when she spotted a certain brunette teenage boy.
"You son of a bitch." Rae snarled. "What the hell made you think it was okay to run off like that? You could've been killed! You stupid moron! What if something had happened to me? Who would've protected Dahlia then, huh? You selfish bastard! You just don't go and abandon your team mates like that, no matter how much you may hate them! Dumbass!"
With that said and done, she turned her back to him. It was then she noticed the gauze on Dahlia's arm. Guilt and fear made itself known in her chest.
"Dahlia," Rae murmured, kneeling down to gently take the nine year old's arm. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 11, 2010 20:38:49 GMT -5
"You son of a bitch. What the hell made you think it was okay to run off like that? You could've been killed! You stupid moron! What if something had happened to me? Who would've protected Dahlia then, huh? You selfish bastard! You just don't go and abandon your team mates like that, no matter how much you may hate them! Dumbass!"
“Oh hell no…” Blinded by fury, Luigi approached Rae, turned her around with one hand, before suddenly punching her square in the face.
“What the hell are you doing Luigi?” Zoey gasped.
“You’re the selfish bastard!” screamed Luigi in Rae’s face. “I was perfectly fine without you two! I told you to leave me the hell alone, but you dumbasses have to go piss off a tank and hunter and make Zoey and I save your asses! I swear you two are so deaf at times! And you are not my teammates! I don’t give a shit about either of you and it’s not my fault Dahlia was left alone in this damn zombie apocalypse, she’s not good for anything! All she’s good for is cuddling that stupid-bear of hers that we risked our lives saving! Just because she’s a useless nine-year-old that means we have to risk our asses saving her as well? She got herself stuck in this hell-hole so she should know how to defend her own self!”
Angrily shaking his head he grabbed a first-aid kit, ammo for his assault rifle, and headed for the safe room door. The brown-haired teenager only paused to look back at Zoey.
“Are you coming or not?” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Zoey hesitated before looking between Rae and Dahlia, but at the furious look Luigi was giving her it was futile to tell him to help the two girls. She sighed and looked back at them. “You two should go on and rejoin with those other survivors that you were with.” the former college student informed them gently. “An infected-filled hospital is no place for a little and teenage girl.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 11, 2010 21:16:39 GMT -5
Pausing from her drawing for a moment, she turned to Rae, wincing slightly when she shouted at Luigi. However, she felt far more reassured when the older girl asked about her arm.
However, that's when Luigi exploded.
The nine-year old watched with wide eyes as her brother figure went off, yelling about how she was so...... Useless. Helpless. Good for nothing.
Useless.
She made no sound as Luigi stormed out of the room, only stared after him, eyes wide, trembling slightly. She didn't even acknowledge what the girl, Zoey, said. Just hung her head. But she didn't cry. She couldn't. It hurt too much.
As soon as the door shut however, she turned back to her drawing. What of?
It was her, Mr. B, Daddy, Mommy, Rae, and an unfinished Luigi. They were all standing together, smiling. Mommy had a halo and wings, Daddy was really big, Rae looked like she was talking, but Luigi was supposed to look really nice.
Now, all she did was start another drawing. This one was of just her and Luigi. He looked mad, and she was crying.
They say a pictures worth a thousand words.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 11, 2010 21:31:33 GMT -5
Rae coughed. The punch had taken her off guard. She heard the safe room door slam shut as Luigi and 'Zoey' left.
Grabbing a first-aid kit, she began to patch herself up.
That bastard was never coming near them again. Rae would make sure of that for Dahlia's sake. She knew how much Luigi had meant to the little girl, and the son of a bitch had just ripped at the poor girl's heart and stomped on it. Even though Dahlia hadn't made a sound, Rae knew she was falling apart on the inside. A little girl didn't deserve that much pain. Nobody did.
Rae had to look away at the new drawing Dahlia had begun. She grabbed some ammo for her combat shot gun and a first-aid kit.
"Dahlia," she said softly. "We should get going. We're gonna get out of here."
Rae held out her hand for the little girl.
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Post by Robert on Apr 11, 2010 21:47:22 GMT -5
Footsteps echoed down the barren hospital hallway, each collision between rubber sole and tile floor sounding like a gunshot compared to the silence, though occasionally the sound dissolved into a wet squeak as his gym shoes caught on the slick puddles of blood. Absently, he ran his claws across the wall and let the still-dripping liquid leave an oozing trail. Underneath his hoodie, a gray piece of work that had been reattached thanks to a crafty use of duct tape, he smirked.
Finally, finally, his dream had come true.
Robert lifted a languid hand in front of his face and inspected his claws with a malicious glee. The sharp fingernails were one of his favorite perks, especially since they had even grown over the pathetic human fingernails he’d lost before. Nonchalantly, he slipped into one of the patient rooms and strolled to a stray infected, throwing its guts up into a corner. Baring his canine-sharp teeth, he took a split-second to crouch low to the ground and emit a guttural growl before leaping forward, not even bothering with the shriek for such a minuscule kill, and raking his talons through the soft, squishy flesh of his hapless victim.
That was the third one today, and the twenty-third since becoming a Hunter. And yet he could not get tired of it. He’d even managed to tear down a living being once. Recalling the attack, however, made him remember a certain remark.
“You're the lousiest Hunter the world has ever seen. Hell, my daughter could make a better Hunter than you.”
Once more, the teen’s lips curled into a smirk. If only he could get his claws on that jackass now.
Nonchalantly, he stood from the corpse, now resting face-down in its own puddling blood, and strolled back down the hall with his shoes squelching every step of the way. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of warmth that still dripped from his fingertips. Life, or afterlife, was good.
He stopped, an unfamiliar smell poking at his nose. His eyes, hardly green after mutation dilated his pupils to adapt to a dark-room lifestyle, shot open, searching for the source. It almost smelled like a Witch, but it was too damn strong. It was either a dead Witch or someone turning into one; he was willing to put money on the former.
Sure enough, when he turned his head to the ceiling, he spotted a corpse swinging from a noose fashioned from a detached Smoker tongue. The Witch’s head lolled against her chest, her hair covering her face. A drop of blood clung to her cheek a moment before rolling off and smacking into the floor.
Robert watched, indifferent. As a Hunter, he couldn’t drag anyone near the Witches, so they were mere decorations in his eyes. Granted, they were decorations to avoid, but nevertheless. Instead, he tilted his head a bit, throwing his hood over his eyes to shadow any reflections from a possible enemy. No sane survivor would take the time to string up their kill, and an Infected devious enough to do this wouldn’t have any qualms on adding to their display. Then again, anything smart enough to use scare tactics like this would make a damn good partner.
Curious, he scanned the area, using his Hunter-adapted sight and smell to track down any alive or undead in the room. His nose crinkled as he caught wind of the hangman’s smell: menthol. It was a Smoker, then.
Tracing the scent, he followed the cigarette-smell to a nearby doorway. Though he could only make out a silhouette from such a distance, it was pretty obviously a Smoker. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, the teen smirked and decided to get to the door the quickest way he knew how. He crouched, let another cracked growl build in his throat, then leapt forward with the best shriek he could muster.
With the skill and grace he’d hoped weeks for, he landed mere feet away from his target with a light ’thump’. Taking a moment for a quick cough (the damn shrieking took a toll on his throat), he stayed crouched and stared up at the Smoker.
It was definitely different from the others he’d seen. For one, it was a women. More importantly, it had multiple tongues and numerous tumors. He would have cringed in disgust had he not caught sight of his own face in a window before.
Unfortunately, Robert recalled that he had no way to directly communicate. After having his throat clawed out in the attack that turned him into a Hunter to start with, he’d tested out the Infected tongue and found that, while some of the less human Infected could recognize that he was trying to talk to them, they couldn’t understand what he was actually saying.
Taking a risk, he gave a bit of a growl, then made a motion towards the hung Witch, hoping that it would be enough to represent his inquiry.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 11, 2010 22:27:45 GMT -5
She had been rather content snapping the necks of her lesser..... Kin, she supposed, when a rather cracked growl approached her. From the sound alone, She could tell it was a Hunter, a rather foolish one if it was approaching her.
Sure enough, the (rather small, in Her opinion) Hunter landed in front of her. And gazed. Well, let it. Acknowledge her form. It didn't matter. However, it surprise her when it gestured to the Witch she had recently hung. Judging from the lack of communication, She guessed it ws mute or the like. Fair enough.
Coughing several times, she responded.
Yes, my clawed kin, That.... She paused to have another coughing fit. That was my doing. She was only in the way.
Turning away, she strolled into the dark corridor of the hospital, motioning for the Hunter to follow. She caught the scent of two humans, one she recognized. The foolish boy from the subway. And if he was here, then perhaps so was Her child. And she fully intended to draw Her human-child out.
Giving a bizzare version of a laugh, she looked back at the Hunter.
Tell me, would you prove your worth to me? There are two humans..... Kill the one that I don't take, that boy...... I must use him.
Her offer made, she whipped around, spotted her prey staring at her display, and screeched, cruel joy in her eyes. He was already here, and standing still to boot! How generous......
Wasting no time, she launched several of her tounges at the boy, making sure to pull harder just for him.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 12, 2010 17:14:32 GMT -5
“The good thing about this zombie apocalypse is that I can take out my anger on those mindless infected!” Luigi announced as he left the safe room with Zoey behind.
Brown eyes narrowing, the former college student placed a hand on the teenager’s shoulder. He stopped and turned to her questioningly. Her look was stern and he shied away a little.
“Luigi, what you did back there should make me shoot a bullet up your ass.” Zoey said. “First of all, you do not hit a girl no matter how pissed off she made you, you hear me?” When Luigi nodded, she continued. “Second, that little girl did not deserve to be yelled at like that. You should have seen the look on her face. She looks to you as a brother and no brother would yell at his sister like that.”
“I am not her brother!” Luigi had to stop himself from shrieking at Zoey. His hands balled up into fists as fury bubbled in his veins. “Zoey, Rae had no business calling me a selfish bastard. I’ve sacrificed myself for them over and over again. She should know that! If it wasn’t for me, that hunter would have killed her.”
Zoey sighed and gazed softly at Luigi. “I know, but you still shouldn’t have said those things. I want you to go back and apologize to them.”
Luigi gaped at her in shock. “Wha–?” he began to protest, but at Zoey’s stern gaze he ducked his head. “Fine.”
The teenager walked back towards the safe room before something caught his attention. Turning to get a better look at it, his eyes grew wide. Zoey looked to see what had caught his attention and almost gagged.
A dead witch hung by the ceiling, but not by a rope. It was by a smoker’s tongue. The sight alone made Luigi scrunch up his face in disgust as he walked over for closer inspection. Zoey was right behind him, her grip on her hunting rifle tightened. An emotion she couldn’t identify crashed over.
Something wasn’t right in this hospital.
“Hey, Zoey, have you ever heard of a smoker killing a witch?” asked Luigi.
She shook her head. “Have you ever heard of a smoker displaying its kill?”
A shake of the head, the two reunited teammates stared at the dead witch. Slowly Luigi pushed it with the butt of his gun. The corpse rocked back-and-forth before stopping. Luigi then decided to take out his anger on the dead witch and save the infected from some of his fury.
Warning! The following scene shows just how much of an idiot Luigi is.
Push!
Thump!
“Oof!”
Luigi gave a surprised gasp as he found himself falling back on his butt. Zoey busted out laughing. The teenager glared before finally dropping his head, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“If you can get beat up by a dead witch, maybe I should start worrying about you!” laughed Zoey as she held out a hand for him.
The teenager accepted and wiped the dust from his clothes. “Tch. It was a cheap shot.” muttered Luigi.
Zoey stared at him like he was crazy before bursting out laughing hysterically once more. Luigi was about to defend himself once more when a screech echoed through the hallway. Startled he whipped around and his eyes widened when he spotted the smoker staring at him with cruel joy in its eyes. He felt his eyes start to grow wide as he recognized the numerous tongues and tumors as well as how it was a female.
“What the–?!” began Luigi before he felt the smoker’s tongues wrap around him and pull him back, hard. “Ahhh! AHHHHHHH!”
Zoey turned around and spotted the smoker reeling him back. “Let him go, you bitch!" she hissed.
Before she could save him however, the smoker already finished pulling him back and proceeded to claw away at him. Pain like fire exploded through him and Luigi had to force himself not to let out a cry of agony. He had to get himself untangled before the smoker killed him and dying wasn’t on his schedule today. Thinking quickly, the brown-haired survivor began kicking at the smoker with all his might.
Why haven’t I thought of this before? thought Luigi angrily as he continued kicking away. He then realized who the smoker was and his anger gave way to fury. The boy twisted his head around to glare daggers at the smoker.
“Dahlia is not your child anymore!” he snarled. “And as long as I’m still alive, you can kiss my white ass before you ever get her!”
With a last, final kick Dahlia’s smoker mother was forced to let go. Immediately Luigi scrambled a safe distance away from the smoker before racing back over to the safe house.
“Let’s go go go Zoey!” he called as he disappeared inside.
The former college student didn’t hesitate as she was directly behind him. Once inside again, she closed the door and put the iron bar back in place.
“D-D-Dahlia…” Luigi whimpered. “Your mommy tried to kill me…”
Zoey decided to take charge. “Okay ladies and gent, we need a plan and fast!” she spoke briskly. “I have an idea, but we’re going to need a molotov for it.” She looked at Luigi and Rae. “Who has a molotov?”
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 12, 2010 17:52:29 GMT -5
Rae whipped around when the safe room door was opened, her combat shotgun at the ready. She hid her surprise when Zoey-as well as 'The Bastard'-scrambled inside.
“D-D-Dahlia…Your mommy tried to kill me…”
She was instantly livid. Did that bastard think he could come crawling back expecting everything to be hugs and kisses after what he had done? Hell no. That wasn't happening. Not by a long shot.
“Who has a molotov?”
Rae mutely handed the molotov she had picked up earlier to Zoey. She didn't have anything against the elder girl, she didn't know her. But there was nothing wrong with being wary.
The teen stood close to Dahlia, watching the two others with narrowed gray eyes and her combat shot gun in hand.
You couldn't trust just anybody at times like this.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 12, 2010 18:21:38 GMT -5
Dahlia's only response to Rae was to extend her hand out, but pulled back sharply when Luigi and and the other girl burst back into the room. And she didn't flinch when Luigi said:
“D-D-Dahlia…Your mommy tried to kill me…”
It didn't even matter, the child just felt hollow inside. She only met Luigi's eyes for a moment, then looked away again, huddling against the wall where her drawings resided and burying her head in her arms. Speaking of which, she still had to get Rae to help with her cuts. But that would wait.
"Now you see why we came in after you. She was chasing us." The child stated quietly, no emotion in her voice. "Just an empty shell......." She echoed what Rae had said.
Truthfully, Dahlia had no idea why She would do that. Revenge for the subway? Probably, but seeing as she was a super-sick person now, anything was possible.
"Aren't you gonna blame me for her attacking you too?" She looked Luigi in the face for that question, eyes slightly watery. But she wiped those possible tears away. "Maybe I should be useful and go out there to her." She was as bitter as a nine-year old could be, and by this point, she didn't care if Luigi screamed till he turned blue.
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Post by Robert on Apr 12, 2010 18:23:52 GMT -5
For the first few moments, Robert just stared. He hadn’t yet met an Infected, special or otherwise, that talked with such fancy-shmancy talk. (Who the hell said ‘kin’ anymore? Jeez.) Most of them seemed content with yelling ‘mine’ or whining about being hungry. This display of above-average thinking was pretty damn cool.
Intrigued, the teen smirked and padded after the woman, staying crouched with a low, rumbling growl that signaled his readiness to strike and breathing shallowly to avoid inhaling too much second-hand smoke. He could live with following someone as ruthless and devious as this Smoker, but that didn’t mean he had to like the smell.
They’d hardly gone anywhere when the leader stopped, apparently sensing danger. Robert hesitated only a moment longer before the smell of something human, something alive managed to blow through the smoke and tickle his nose.
Following the cautious attitude of his new-found teammate, Robert swiftly cut off his warning growls, straightening up a bit as he did so. Without that background noise, he could hear the footsteps that preceded the humans. There were two of them and, judging simply by instinct and smell, he guessed that it was one girl and one boy. His eyes twinkled beneath the hood; ripping apart a couple was just an added bonus to ripping apart the internal organs. He would have excitedly, albeit recklessly, leaped away right then and there, had a series of hacking coughs not stopped him in his tracks. Impatient, the hunter tapped his claws on the tiles and waited for whatever the woman had to say. Fortunately, it wasn't too far off his own plans. (If she'd been planning to help the poor suckers, he would've pounced her smart ass without hesitation.) He tilted his head towards the Smoker, giving her a clear view of his devious grin, and nodded in a wordless agreement. He could definitely follow a leader that split the kills.
With the most gleeful, bubbling snicker his mangled throat could conjure, he crouched low to the ground and growled, barely able to contain the excitement. He restrained himself for a moment, giving his partner time to spit out her own attack, before jumping forward and announcing himself with the Hunters' characteristic shriek.
Robert wasn't a math major (last he'd checked, he'd been failing algebra), and while some of his pounces were dead-on, others didn’t quite hit their mark. This was most certainly a case of the latter.
His eagerness getting the better of him, the hunter overshot by a mile, flying a good three feet over the girl’s head. His previously threatening screech faded into a silent, wide-eyed gape as he tumbled into a storage closet. Missed pounce aside, the fact that falling boxes hid him rather well put a definite plus un the situation.
Hidden or no, Robert was far from pleased with the situation. He fumed for a good thirty seconds, letting his prey walk off without firing a shot at him, before furiously throwing aside his cover and storming out of the closet, kicking up boxes as he went along.
Figuring there might be a second attack, he sprinted back over to his teammate and took shelter in the corridor’s shadows, his eyes taking mere moments to adjust. Like a child throwing a temper-tantrum, the teen slumped against the wall and took a seat, folding his arms across his chest in an obviously-pouting motion.
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Post by Mother on Apr 12, 2010 19:22:10 GMT -5
He was kicking her. Kicking her. Then again, that was pretty creative. No one had ever thought of that before, but next time, she'd make sure to tie his legs together.
“Dahlia is not your child anymore!” he snarled. “And as long as I’m still alive, you can kiss my white ass before you ever get her!”
And with that, he kicked himself free, scrambling past the girl and into the safe room. But wasn't the Hunter supposed to get here?
A few moments later, he stumbled out of the closet, boxes in his wake.
The first thing in her mind was how did he miss? But it wasn't important enough to linger on. As soon as he slumped down next to her, she had another brief coughing fit before speaking.
I want to make something clear, understand? She turned to face him, eyes burning. First, that boy is mine to torture, and the child that is with them, is MY child. Harm her, and I will break every bone in your body. I will turn her myself if I can, and if not....... She trailed off to cough again, but didn't finish. She figured that he would get the message.
But they are not to leave this place! Now let's move! They will exit the room soon, and we must prepare........
Turning back down the hallway, she stalked into the darkness, slamming on every doorway, alerting every infected in the room, special and common.
We shall terrify them, then tear them apart as they panic. Get as creative as you want.
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 12, 2010 19:39:57 GMT -5
Luigi’s eyes narrowed as he listened to Dahlia talk. “You’re right,” he murmured. “I should blame it on you. After all, she is chasing after you. Maybe you should go out there to her, but–” He raised a finger. “–your daddy wouldn’t appreciate that now would he?”
With that said and done, he leaned back against the wall. Zoey looked at him and shook her head before addressing all the survivors.
“We can’t stay in here, it’s too dangerous.” she explained. “If Luigi’s right and that smoker is going after Dahlia, then it won’t be letting us leave the hospital that easily. Here’s the plan, Luigi, you, Rae, and Dahlia are going to make a run for it while I stay behind and throw the molotov against the ground. The fire should give us enough time to evade the smoker, but not for a long time. Got it?”
When everyone nodded she headed over for Dahlia and smiled sweetly. “Here, sweetie, let me see your arm.”
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 12, 2010 20:44:53 GMT -5
Rae looked away. Her grip on her gun tightened at Luigi's words.
That moron, She thought. He can never say the right thing.
At Zoey's plan, Rae nodded. "Let's get out of this God forsaken place. This stuff's getting old."
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Post by Robert on Apr 12, 2010 21:00:09 GMT -5
It was actually rather fortunate that the teen had teamed up with someone who had chronic coughing spasms: otherwise, he might not have left his own world enough to hear her. As fate would have it, though, he glanced over at the sound of painful wheezing and payed attention to the following lecture.
Whoop-Dee-Freaking-Doo. The Smoker was territorial. Making a conscious effort not to roll his eyes, Robert nodded his agreement. Sharing wasn’t in his motto, but having a comrade by his side would make things easier. Besides, she had only taken the runty teenager (he ignored his own stature and age) and the so-called ‘child’. Assuming the pink-jacketed lady wasn’t a kid, that meant he still got the biggest one (who was also, the adolescent part of his mind piped up, the one with the boobs). Since he liked his bones intact, he decided to go along with that the woman said.
His short attention-span already light-years away from his recent failure, the boy bounced to his feet and clomped off after his leader like the guard-dog he now was. Following suit of the door-slamming, he paused a moment at a billboard, the reflection on the metal border catching his eye. With an inquisitive smirk, he reached out and dragged his nails on the surface, eyes brightening at the nails-on-chalkboard sound it produced. Already, he heard the commons in the surrounding rooms groaning and waking up, roused by the racket.
Turning to his comrade, he gave a cheery thumbs-up to express his agreement with the plan. Terror, panic, and ripping things apart: there wasn’t a thing not to like.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 12, 2010 21:07:15 GMT -5
Again, Dahlia didn't react to Luigi's words. Instead, she turned her attention to Zoey, who was offering to help with her arm. Nodding, she undid her rather lousy wrapping and showed the wounds underneath.
It was slightly redder (And not just from the blood), and she was still bleeding a bit. Not as much, but still.
"I tried to wrap it up like ........" She paused for a moment, almost saying Luigi. "...everyone else did, don't think I did it right though..."
But thinking on Zoey's plan, something hit her quite hard.
"Miss Zoey? If......If my momma can grab us with her tounge..... Wouldn't she just pull us through the fire?"
It wasn't that she thought it was a bad idea, it was just that she thought that it would be a tad dangerous.
Following that, however, was a loud grating noise, like nails on a chalkboard, and a multitude of bangs and slams. What was going on out there?
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