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Post by hitnrun017 on Jul 5, 2009 22:47:46 GMT -5
After laying around for a few hours, one of the nurses finally took the straps off of Chris's arms and legs. He stepped out into the long corridor and cracked what must have been every part of his body. The corridor was just made up of doors leading to the patient's rooms, a living room and a nurse's station. Something was off, everybody just seemed to be going about their day a lot slower than usual, they all seem sicker.
Walking down the hall, he spotted his best overweight friend who was in the middle of a coughing fit. "How ya doing chunky? Feeling alright?" he asked, slapping the back of the guy's head. The response was just a shake of his head.
"Nice! What a shame."
Chris kept walking down the corridor until he got to the living room where he saw another friend just sitting in a chair reading a book. Chris walked by and took the book out of his hands and sprawled out on the couch, flipping through it. Bored already, he threw it behind his head. He looked across the hall towards the nurse's station and saw the head nurse sitting at the medication station and sleeping.
"These people are idiots."
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Post by The Night Lord on Jul 6, 2009 1:51:56 GMT -5
"There we go, all done," Dallas thought as he cleaned his hands with the rag, "And just on time, here's the customer" "Car's all fixed," Dallas said, "Should be running as good as new" "Thanks very much," said the man, before letting out a small cough, "Where do I pay?" Dallas simply pointed to the office and the man hobbled off, coughing as he went "Must be the flu season" "Dallas, how's things?" called the boss "Things are going good," Dallas replied, "You alright, boss. You look like crap" "Maybe because I was up all night with a fiesty girl," the boss grinned, "Likes to bite. Not that I mind-" "Okay, stop right there, too much information" The boss grinned, "I'm working back tonight if you want to. Extra cash. I'll pay you double" "Yeah, I'm sure you're working back tonight," Dallas thought snidely, before saying, "So, why me? Why not ask Rick or Joey?" "Because you're the best mechanic I've got around here. Consider it a small promotion" The boss winked, before heading back to his office, also coughing, as Dallas went to work on the next car "Definitely must be the flu season"
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 6, 2009 2:03:57 GMT -5
OOC How fast can we move forward? I kinda want Milla to see someone fall down on the street, coughing, but I don't know how fast this desease should infect.
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 6, 2009 2:07:39 GMT -5
OOC How fast can we move forward? I kinda want Milla to see someone fall down on the street, coughing, but I don't know how fast this desease should infect. OOC: Let's say there is about a 12 hour turnaround from when someone is infected to when they finally become a zombie. So by the end of this first "day" there will be zombies and the city will be mostly gone within the next 24 hours. So since it is currently morning, by "night" whenever we get there, there will be zombies. So people can get really sick whenever, that's fine.
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 6, 2009 2:31:50 GMT -5
Milla had been sitting in front of the window for hours. This was not unusual.
People falling down on the street however, coughs shaking their bodies until they lay still, was unusal. Unusual enough for Milla to get up, reach for the phone she never used and dial 911.
"911, what is your emergeny?"
"There's, there's a old man outside... he-"
"Is the man there to hurt you?"
"No, he's hurt. It's outside Lilly's bakery, he needs help. He was, he's unconsious."
Milla was only halfdressed, shirt no pants, but she ran out anyway.
The man was laying still, and only a few people had gathered around him, mostly to stare, and occasionally cover their mouths to cough. Milla was surprised by their attitude. The towns people were usually so friendly.
She turned him over. His eyes were open, his breath slow.
Milla didn't know what to do, so she just layed the old man's head on her naked lap and waited.
The ambulance came. They didn't ask any questions, and Milla asked none. They just drove away with the old man.
Milla was tired, stressed. She hadn't touched another human being on purpose for months. She didn't even remember that she was half naked until a few teenage boys started asking - very loudly - what a hippo was doing on land.
That's what you get for helping. You get mocked.
Milla went upstairs, to her apartment above Lilly's bakery
the perfect place for a fat girl
to hide from the world.
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 6, 2009 18:27:30 GMT -5
After his swim, Sam pulled himself out of the pool and dried himself off. There were usually one or two other swimmers here at this time, which seemed odd to him. People in this city didn’t usually break from routine. Grabbing his towel, he made his way into the locker room to change into his work clothes. He pulled on a pair of old, faded blue jeans, a dark green t-shirt, and his brown hiking boots. His jacket and utility belt were in his car. When he was off duty, his gun and belt stayed locked in the back of his jeep. They were allowed to keep them stored at the Ranger’s cabin, but he liked to keep them in his Jeep incase he was called at night and had to get somewhere quick. Stopping at the Ranger’s station before just wasn’t always ideal. “See you tomorrow, Doris.” He said, as he walked into the dim lobby. She wasn’t behind her counter. Figuring she was getting coffee, he left the gym and walked to his Jeep, with Amy in tow. * * * Doris groaned, holding her stomach as she lay on the floor. She could barely move the pain was so unbearable. She looked at her skin, it was turning a pale gray, and she was starting to sweat. She heard footsteps coming from down the hallway, probably Sam finished with his swim. She was on the floor behind the reception desk, so he would be unable to see her. She mustered the last of her strength to call out to him, but barely a whisper escaped. Sam passed her desk and said goodbye, probably not even noticing she wasn’t there. She reached out with her arm towards him as he exited the gym, and it slumped to the floor as she realized the futility. Her skin was starting to itch as she lay there, looking up at the florescent lights. * * * It didn’t take long for Sam to reach the outskirts of the city, as he barely slowed down when his Jeep turned sharply onto the old gravel road that led to the Ranger’s station. About a mile later, he pulled up to the familiar cabin that had been his second home ever since arriving at Harper’s Valley. He frowned when he just saw the Chief’s truck in the driveway. Hank and Abigail were supposed to be working today as well, and they were never late. Chief was waiting for Sam on the front porch. Sam pulled in next to the Chief’s truck and hopped out. He pulled his seat forward and let Amy jump down. She ran over to greet Billy as Sam went around to the back of his Jeep and unlocked the metal box that was secured behind the back seat. He pulled out his utility belt, which held a holster for his gun, a flashlight, his radio, and a pouch for a few odds and ends like his pocketknife and first aid supplies. Lastly, he pulled out his sidearm, a Beretta M92F 9mm and placed it in his holster. Some of the older Ranger’s like Billy and Hank never carried their sidearm with them, and if they did, they carried an old revolver that hadn’t been fired in over twenty years. Nowadays, it wasn’t uncommon for new Ranger’s to train with the local police, which Sam had, so he carried a more modern sidearm with him. “Where are Hank and Abigail, Chief?” He asked as he approached the front steps of the old wooden cabin. “First, don’t call me Chief, son. That’s you,” Billy started, running a hand through his graying beard. “Second, they both called in sick, which doesn’t surprise me. Have you seen this city? Nasty spot of the flu is rolling in or something.” “Sorry, Chie-, I mean Billy,” Sam said, smiling slightly. “I did notice everyone seems to be moving a bit slower today.” “You’re not kidding. Look kid, I hate that you won’t have the others here on your first day as the new Chief, so I’m going to stick around today. I’m not officially retired until Friday anyway,” Billy replied, pulling a jacket on before coughing. Sam frowned. “Alright, sir. But are you sure you are feeling well? I’ll handle all the runs today, you just stick around the cabin, stay out of this cold air.” “You’re the boss,” Billy laughed, walking into the cabin and making his way over to the small kitchen area, where a coffee pot was signaling it was finished brewing. “I’ve got my radio if you need me,” Sam called, walking over to his Jeep and climbing in with Amy. He usually started his day with a quick drive around the more popular trails and camp areas, just to double check that no one had been stranded or lost the night before.
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Post by hitnrun017 on Jul 6, 2009 19:49:04 GMT -5
The pencil scratched over the piece of plain white paper. Chris didn't even know what he was drawing, just weird circles over and over again. The people who ran the place told them it was therapeutic, but he didn't think so. He was only sitting at the table with the other patients because it gave him something to do. The sound of all the coughing made him want to drive the pencil through his skull.
"Jesus people! Cover your goddamn mouths!" He took his eyes off the paper and looked up at one of his friends across the table. The poor guy looked half-dead: pale skin, sweat and acted like he was all itchy. Chris watched as his friend's eye's rolled up in his head and fell off the chair. Immediately, two nurses rushed over to see what was wrong, panic could be read on their faces.
"Damn, we got another," the creepy male nurse said as he picked the patient up and carried him off down the hall.
Chris looked down and went back to drawing.
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Post by The Night Lord on Jul 6, 2009 20:10:46 GMT -5
Dallas was walking down the street, hands in his jacket's pockets. He was on his way to grab some lunch, when he was noticing that there wasn't many people out and about. Normally on Halloween, the town would be crawling with people, mostly parents with their children, picking out costumes. Now, it just seemed like a ghost town. The few people that were out in the streets were all coughing badly "Flu must be really bad," Dallas thought, as an ambulance screamed past, "And that's the second ambulance to pass" "Hey, Dallas, the usual?" Bob, the cafe owner asked "Yeah, the usual, thanks," Dallas replied, "I see that a lot of people are getting the flu" "Yeah, it's pretty bad," Bob said, handing Dallas his lunch, "I've had about five workers call in sick, so it's just me and a couple others. You better not get sick, Dallas" "Oh I doubt that. You take care, Bob" "Sure, sure. You too" Dallas smiled and gave a small wave, before heading back to work and tucking into his roast beef roll. Business had slowed down and Dallas was finding himself not doing much. He put it down to the flu that was currently getting around. He was wondering how bad it could be that ambulances were getting called out and he just hoped he wouldn't become the next victim "What's going on?"
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 6, 2009 22:02:13 GMT -5
Dammit.
"Stupid food."
Milla, who's mind still was on the poor man from the street, had just dropped her breakfeast/lunch on the floor.
The pancake batter was everywhere.
"I don't like pancakes anyway. Just because it's all I eat these days doesn't mean I want them. No uh."
Talking to herself had always been a habit of Milla's, even more so since her family died.
She dried up the batter and went to the fridge to get more milk for the next batch. But of course, the universe was working against her. When the opened the door to the fridge, milk spilled out, now covering the front of her shirt and the floor. A shelf in the fridge had broken, making the remaining milk cart fall down.
She had forgotten to buy milk yesterday on her grocery trip, which meant that she now had lots of flour, eggs, syrup and butter, but no milk.
As always when things didn't go her way, Milla started to cry.
I can't, I can't, just do it, just do it. It will happen soon anyway.
Milla looked longingly at the kitchen knives. But she wouldn't do it. She couldn't. Her family would have been so disappointed.
So she dried her tears, put on a new shirt, ignored the fact that there were going to be lots of people out this time of day, picked up her purse and went outside to get milk.
The stomach wants what the stomach wants.
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Post by spurtyknowledge on Jul 7, 2009 9:35:34 GMT -5
It wasn't dark yet when Julian pulled up in front of his mountainside home. He drove a used black Prius which his fiance had left him, along with the house they were supposed to have shared, to have seen their first child walk for the first time, to have enjoyed night and day in the woods, in their garden. The house was secluded enough from the rest of Harper's Valley. The acreage around it, which Julian had bought, and where a still unassembled playset remained, was now where Julian spent most of his time meditating, listing plants and trees, among all the other things Alice would have done with him.
There was something uneasy about the town as he had passed through. Usually he would stop and go into one of the shoppes, or convenience stores, anywhere, just to not seem impolite, or give the impression that the house remained uninhabited, especially on days like this where he'd spent the last couple of hours away. This time, it had been his publisher, still at a loss for words as to when Julian would turn in his next draft. Today, he did not stop once he got back. Most of the stores seemed to have closed early, or maybe they had not been opened at all.
Samhain Eve. The end of the harvest, as per the Irish. Julian thought about previous celebrations of the day. In San Francisco, they would have celebrated in the Spiral Dance, a theatrical combination of ritual, music, feasting, and vigil. Harper's Valley was anything but celebratory today. I should know what's going on.
He left the book proposals on the nearest end table and headed out towards the town.
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 8, 2009 15:16:29 GMT -5
As the day grew longer, Sam was happy to report back to Billy that he had a relatively quiet day out in the forest. Usually Halloween was pretty busy, but he hadn’t seen a single sole out in the woods today.
Maybe this flu really is pretty tough. He thought as he parked his Jeep back at the cabin.
“Kid! Get in here!” Billy called from inside. Sam frowned and made his way inside. Billy sounded weak, and when he got inside, he understood why.
“Chief! You look like death!” Sam said, running over to the couch where Billy was sitting. Billy looked up at Sam will sunken eyes, his skin an ashen color. “You should have gone home, or at least told me you were this sick!”
“Few hours ago I felt fine, now look at me,” Billy said, but then pointed to the TV. “That’s not why I called you in, look at this.”
Still crouching by the couch, Sam turned and looked at the TV, while Billy turned up the volume. The local news was on, and Breaking News was flashing all over the screen.
“The source of commotion on Drier Street seems to be escalating,” the reporter was saying. “We don’t know how many are involved, but it seems like there are injured people around Mrs. Finley’s bakery. I am hearing reports of cannibalistic activity, and that the police are currently responding.”
“What the…” Sam started, trailing off as the news switched from the reporter to a camera that had arrived at the scene. A woman came running out of the bakery, holding her neck. Her entire shirt appeared soaked in blood as she stumbled and fell to the ground. She stopped moving. Then there were two shots of gunfire from inside the bakery and a scream erupted from inside.
The news switched back to the reporter, whose eyes were wide as she tried to compose herself. “We are now hearing from a few eyewitnesses at the scene that a husband and wife appear to be the cause of the disturbance. The witnesses claim that the man and wife entered the bakery earlier on, asking the owner to call for an ambulance. Both the man and his wife appeared very ill, and soon collapsed inside the bakery,” the reporter continued, she looked like she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Then the witnesses clam that about five minutes later, the man got up and attacked Mrs. Finley, biting her in the neck. More police have arrived at the scene, and—wait a minute.” The reporter stopped and held her ear, as if listening to more incoming news.
“There may be a second possible incident, at the Harper’s Valley gym. We will bring you more information as we receive it.”
Billy turned the volume down. “What the hell is going on?” He asked, looking at Sam. Wiping his hands over his face, Sam stood and moved to the back of the cabin, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“Did she say these people were sick? Half the city is sick!” Billy yelled, before coughing loudly.
Sam was about to respond when he looked out the window out into the area behind the cabin, where he saw what appeared to be Hank’s truck sitting in the grass. “Is Hank here?” He turned and asked Billy.
“Huh? What? Oh, no, he’s at home sick.”
“Well his truck is sitting out back.”
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Post by hitnrun017 on Jul 8, 2009 15:47:53 GMT -5
He didn't expect to back in the same room this fast, it is avoidable for up to three weeks. At least they decided not to shock him this time. Once again, Chris lay on the same bed, in the same white room, with his hands and ankles strapped down. What he did just kept running through his head over and over again, and all he could do was laugh. All the crude images he'd drawn on the sleeping nurse's face before getting caught, and then tripping the medication nurse as she walked by. That was icing on the cake. Their version of a "time out" is worth it.
"Ah man. That was a work of art."
That's when the screaming started. Chris payed no attention to it, just assuming it was a crazy acting up. But it just kept going, more people joining in, lots of curses, lots of moaning, lots of "Oh gods". Sitting up as much as he could, he stared out the little window of the door. People ran by, people slowly walked by, objects flew through the air and the screaming only intensified.
"What the hell..." He wanted out of this room, he wanted to be out there, and he wanted to be apart of the chaos. The little window on the door was suddenly splashed with red. Not caring much anymore, Chris laid back down and waited. He didn't know whether to laugh or to feel scared.
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Post by The Night Lord on Jul 9, 2009 0:43:08 GMT -5
It was late afternoon and Dallas was still at the mechanics. A late customer had arrived and the boss had insisted on Dallas fixing the car up. Dallas simply accepted, thinking of the overtime money and was working away on the car, partially listening to the TV news. However, the reporter said something that caught his attention. Heading to the TV, Dallas turned the volume up, before looking towards the boss's office. The light was still on and he could see the shadow of his boss moving around, as he turned back to the TV The news report was coming from Mrs. Finley's bakery about a man and his wife who had started attacking the other customers. Now, the scene had switched to the Harper Valley gym "A similar attack is happening at the gym here," the reporter said, fear in her eyes as she spoke, "The receptionist, Doris, has suddenly started attacking customers for no apparent reason" Screams were ringing out from the gym, as the camera zoomed in, focusing on the blood splattered on the windows. Dallas felt sick to the stomach as he watched, before hearing a groan from behind him. Turning around, he saw his boss standing before him, his skin looking very daunt and pale "Dude, you okay?" Dallas asked The boss suddenly cried out and lurched towards Dallas, as he jumped back out of reach, looking at his boss's dead eyes, as the boss revealed his diseased-looking teeth "What the hell?" The boss lurched again, as Dallas struck him in the jaw with a right hook. The blow hardly fazed the boss, as Dallas ducked away from another lurch, grabbing a tyre iron and holding it like a weapon, as the boss came towards him "Stay back or else. I mean it, stay back!" The boss lunged again, as Dallas swung the tyre iron, cracking him across the face. A snap could be heard, as the boss fell to the ground unmoving. Dallas frowned, the sickness spreading from his stomach to his entire body as he crouched beside the body. It didn't move again, as Dallas straightened and let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding "Someone's gotta know about this"
OOC: Just so you guys know, I'll be away for four days, okay?
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 9, 2009 6:11:23 GMT -5
'I will never ever go outside again. I will move to a cave, live on canned food, and never ever go outside. Specially not to bakeries.'
Milla had never been this scared. And hated her weakness for sweets anymore.
'If I'd just gone to the store...'
She was hiding in a utility-closet, having run in there as soon as the couple had attacked. Jacob, Mrs Finley's grandson, had taken a rifle from behind the counter and started to shoot at the couple. Milla had run away to the back of the shop and found the closet.
There was still shouting outside, but the gunfire had stopped, for now.
She hated herself for not going outside.
'She could still be ali-' Images of Mrs Finley and all that blood flashed in her mind.
'No, she's dead. She's dead, and people are crazy. I'm not going out, I'm not.'
Milla had waited to die for so long that she had forgotten how it was like to want to live.
'I will not die here. Not here, not hiding. I will die, peacefully, in a bed, while I'm asleep. Not being bitten, not being shoot. I will just need to reach for the doorknob. And get out.'
Milla, shaking with fear, looked around her for a weapon. All she found was a blunt knife for cutting up cakes.
Praying to a God she no longer believed in, she turned the doorknob and stepped out into the short hallway, slowly walking to have a look around the corner.
What she saw was monstrous.
A man and a women, both covered in blood and holes, was eating Jacob. The woman had only one arm, and one bloody stump.
'Shoot. She's shoot, it's off because it's shoot. Oh my God, why isn't she screaming? What-'
Milla sensed something behind her. Rather than turning slowly, like she always hated how people did in horror movies, she ran straight through the shop, passing the corner where the man and woman was slowly getting up from Jacob's body.
Milla had almost made it to the door when something grabbed her foot.
She fell, turning in the air, screaming like crazy, landing on her back, snatching her foot back just before a mouth, belonging to a very sick-looking man laying on the floor, had time to bite her ankle.
Millay kept screaming while she got up, avoiding another man and ran through the door, still clutching the knife.
There where reporters and bystanders outside, but Milla was blind from fear and ran straight into someone's very solid chest.
OOC: What exactly will it take to kill the zombies? How much can they be hurt before they go down? Is a bite definitly infectious?
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 9, 2009 17:09:30 GMT -5
OOC: A zombie can only be killed when its brain is severed from its spinal cord or severely damaged. Can chop off arms, legs, shoot it anywhere else, and it won't die. It's brain has to be destroyed. So usually a gun to the head or chopping off it's head are the best solutions. And yes, in this game, if anyone is bitten by an infected person, they are then infected. (So you may want to fix that part from your post hehe)
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 10, 2009 2:24:47 GMT -5
OOC: But she wasn't bitten, she got away before she was bitten.
What about zombie blood? If they drool into a open wound, you're dead, but what if they bleed into your mouth or wound? Does that also infect?
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 10, 2009 2:42:13 GMT -5
OOC: Oops, sorry, misread your post.
If a zombies blood gets into a wound, mouth or eyes, then that person will be infected. Any means where their saliva/blood mixes with your blood or is ingested in any way will result in infection.
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Post by hitnrun017 on Jul 10, 2009 23:52:51 GMT -5
The screaming had stopped after a few minutes, and curiousity got the better of Chris. He had to know what had just happened. The nurses get lazy sometimes with strapping patients in, so after breaking a sweat and probably a few blood vessels in his head, Chris managed to get his right hand free. After un-doing the three others, he jumped out of the bed and ran over to the door. Without thinking, he grabbed the handle... locked. He stepped on his tippy-toes to get the full view out of the door window, but could barely see anything because of the blood. Letting his eyes adjust for a minute, he realized something else was blocking his view, a human's face... or at least a human with a part of a face, staring right at him. What was left of the features, Chris could tell it was his friend Chunky.
"That is so... cool. Hey! Hey Chunky, you got the key?" There was no response. "I bet the scar will look cool." Still nothing. Instead, Chunky just started banging on the door, moaning. "Yeah, you know, that's really weird and even with the lotta extra baggage you got, that won't do the trick. So you can stop. Now." He didn't.
Chris new something was off. He walked over to the window across the room, and looked at the street past the field and gate. It seemed like there was a parade of police cars and ambulances, some people on the street running and screaming, others just walking around aimlessly. He wondered if he could break the window.
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Post by Skytteflickan88 on Jul 11, 2009 9:20:30 GMT -5
OOC: How long does it take for a person infected by blood or saliva to turn into a zombie? Do they suddenly drop and lay still for a while, or do they turn from sick to animalistic immediatly?
How do zombies look/move?
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Post by Wyndam on Jul 11, 2009 12:11:51 GMT -5
OOC: How long does it take for a person infected by blood or saliva to turn into a zombie? Do they suddenly drop and lay still for a while, or do they turn from sick to animalistic immediatly? How do zombies look/move? It takes about 8-12 hours for an infected person to turn into a zombie. That's just from a bite infection though. If a zombie actually kills someone during its attack, then it takes about 10 minutes for that person to turn. They can look a variety of different ways. Since this is early, most zombies will just look like dead people. Most of teh infected started out sick, so they won't have any bites or injuries or any decay. Now that people are being attacked, a lot of the zombies will be missing limbs, or other damage to their body from being attacked by the zombie that infected them/killed them. Later on, the zombies will also show a lot of decay, from normal decomposition.
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