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runbookzombie · 9 months
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Zombies Run S3M26 Brand New Start
I ran 5k to this mission this morning. The weather app said that the temperature was 76°. Didn’t feel like it. Felt like 90°.
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This is an AI-generated image of a crypt with human bones.
Oh gosh, is Abel gonna be attacked again? I hope the town won’t be completely decimated like last time.
I haven’t heard Maxine’s voice in such a long time that I almost forgot her ordeal. So she is being held on the LG ship? I hope we can go and find her then bring her back soon.
I don’t know how I feel yet about Runners 1, 11, and 13. They are too energetic for my liking and they don’t like Sam. They also didn’t seem too pleased at first about running with me.
Why is Jamie’s name coming up again? Something must be going on with him.
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Sam: *is hugging Five*
Jody: Hey! It’s my turn to hug Five!
Tom: *kicks down the door* What do you mean “YoUr TuRn”?! We agreed now is my time slot!
Kefilwe: No it’s my turn!
Five, currently being suffocated: Guys I love you but you can’t be hugging me every second of the day.
Nadia: But you’re so easy to hug.
Peter: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.
Five, close to tears: Okay, I-I guess.
@dorkylittleweirdo
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kelzebub · 1 year
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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Runner Five/Sam Yao Characters: Runner Five, Sam Yao, Maxine Myers, Janine deLuca, OC - Character Additional Tags: Hypothermia, Natural Disasters, Frostbite Summary:
When a massive blizzard incapacitates Abel and surrounding townships, it's up to Five to brave the elements and reach New Canton. Christmas will just have to wait.
Complete! The fluffy, cozy final chapter is up. Very, very late. Merry late Christmas.
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korrolrezni · 9 months
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Jody.....Jody, darling why did you bring Five along to a date?? I did not volunteer to be a third wheel!
Sam, stop laughing! I am already embarrassed enough.
Owen, buddy, you don't have to trick me to leave. I'll do it willing.
I'd rather be getting chased by a horde of zombies than continue being a third wheel!
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crownleys · 3 years
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To wrap up the night I did some lil shippy doodles for @whirly-wind and @puptart! An Archie/Jamie, some Sam/Janine for @puptart , and @whirly-wind’s Old Man Five Will and Kefilwe (which is ADORABLE and I love drawing them)
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teacup-crow · 3 years
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Just This Once (I’ll Be the Good Guy)
Kefilwe is too good for Steve. Or, some moments in their relationship we never got to see. Spoilers to S5M3. 
Zombies Make Valentine’s Day part 2! Thanks @puptart! Based on the song “Just this Once”, with some inspiration from the other prompts too.
Kefilwe Lobatse is too good for him.
He knows that from the moment he first lays eyes on her, crouching in an overcrowded hospital tent. She’s stitching up some kid’s leg – a girl guide who’d got too close to barbed wire on a training exercise – and being extremely patient with the child’s endless questions.
“What’s that for? What are you doing now? Can you show me how to do a tourniquet?!”
“You do not need a tourniquet, Posey,” she says, her eyes gentle but laughing.
“But I do need my tourniquet-tying badge!”
“We are not practicing on you. Keep it bandaged up and clean, and stay away from wire next time. Hello, can I help you?”
As Posey lopes off disappointedly, Steve winks down at the doctor. “Think I’ve pulled a muscle in my… foot, ma’am. If you wouldn’t mind taking a look.”
“You’ll need to take your shoe off first,” she counters, apparently immune to his stare. Nobody is immune to his stare! “And Dr Lobatse is quite sufficient.”
“Apologies, ma- Dr Lobatse, I only arrived from London this morning. Steve,” she takes his outstretched hand. He grins. “My pleasure.”
“Your shoe?” she repeats. He’s suddenly embarrassed, and quickly undoes his laces.
“It does look a little swollen. I’d normally advise you take two days of rest, elevate it, and keep it on ice. Now, I know you Runners won’t do any of those things, but at least aim for the elevation. If it gets worse, come back. Next, please.”
He doesn’t get a chance to see her again properly until they’re on a mission together, in hazmat suits of all things – hardly a great setting for romance, but just because he can’t quite see her eyes doesn’t mean he can’t use his other greatest assets.
“That sounds like quite a story,” she laughs, so cool-headed under pressure, just like he is. A kindred spirit.
“Oh, believe me love, it is. Might tell you some time.” Implicit in his words is later, and when she doesn’t dismiss it, he knows she likes him back. Even if she does hit him with a crowbar and then claims to not have dates with concussed men, which is a novel form of rejection at least.
“Are you always so good?” He asks her, escorting them back to Abel, guard down perhaps a little more than it should be.
She’s very serious. “I try to do the right thing, yes. Although, on that subject… I feel perhaps that I am the one who owes you a drink.”
They don’t decide on who owes who, but they do eventually end up in his bedroom.
***
He has several secure places he’s claimed around the area, but his favourite is the ballroom of a manor house. It has too many broken windows to ever be truly zom-proof, so it’s mostly been picked clean and then abandoned by the locals, but it’s not too bad if you can take care of yourself, and there’s the odd book in the library that even Ellie thought was too worthless to requisition (her exact words had been nine copies of the Da Vinci Code are quite enough, thank you).
“Also, at night, the ballroom… well, I’ll show you.”
They don’t have to wait long. As night falls, he pulls her to the top of the curving marble stairs, bottle of Aperol and two glasses in hand, her telling stories of all the places she’s travelled and things she’s seen, him content for now to just listen to the sound of her voice, their footsteps on stone, the faint groan of long-off undead.
The ceiling above them has half-crumbled, the chandelier collapsed either through negligence or looting in the early days or some bold attempt at fending off zoms. Either way, from the top of the stairs, they can see right up into the clear night sky, painted in thousands of glittering stars.
“Steven…” she whispers, awestruck.
“Quite something, isn’t it.”
“It is spectacular.” She leans into him for a kiss, and he obliges. “I have never seen it like this in England before.”
“My lady, may I escort you to the ballroom?” He offers his hand again, and he sees her eyes finally shine with recognition, remembering the day in the field hospital and her quick dismissal. She takes it, a little self-conscious as they descend hand-in-hand.
“I never knew you were so theatrical.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, love…”
“Such as…” she pauses, leaving him an opening, and he pulls one of the rusted ceremonial swords from the suit of armour on their left. It was too much of a prop for even the raiders to take, apparently.
“Such as… I have never been bested at a duel.”
“I used to fence when I was at university, you know. Foil.”
“Sabre’s my weapon, but lady’s choice. I fenced too.” He tosses her the sword and jogs to find another. They circle each other for a few moments, curious as foxes in the moonlight. “I’ll fight for your hand, darling,” he half-jokes. She laughs again.
“There is no need to be quite so dramatic, Steven.”
“In my field of expertise, there’s often a need to be a bit dram- ow!” She’s caught him between the ribs and dances away with her point. “All right, now you’re on!”
They weave between each other, old furniture, his pop-up tent, the pieces of collapsed ceiling, never breaking eye contact for a moment, and for Steve, it’s almost like being a child again. He sees the serious determination in the woman’s gaze and wonders if Kefilwe ever was one.
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Of course, it can’t last. She finds out about his past and turns cool, folding her arms close to her chest as if he’s already taken too many of her secrets, as if he might find out more without even trying. And can he really not think of a better defence than I was just following orders, like some pathetic war criminal in a bad movie with black and white morals? Life doesn’t have black and white morals, but Kefilwe doesn’t understand that.
Life doesn’t have black and white morals. There are no choices between right and wrong. There are just choices. Choices like his father made to be a coward, to desert, to shame everyone. The choice he makes to follow orders, to rebuild things. That’s what he does, isn’t it? He’s a Builder, a fixer.
He goes home alone. It’s a cloudy evening.
***
There are times when he regrets ever asking himself the hard question. What do I want my life to have been for? The times when he’s hurting her as little as he can get away with, and her eyes are blank, staring at nothing, saying nothing, and she’s still so desperately good and won’t escape no matter how easy he makes it for her, how regularly he leaves her cell door ajar in false negligence or arrogance. Which does she think it is? It’s unclear.
He punches the bag in the gym, imagining Golightly’s smirking face beneath his pounding fists. You keep saying they need a doctor more than ever, but why does it have to be you?
He knows why, of course. It’s because Kefilwe Lobatse is too good for all of them.
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curly5runs · 4 years
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Listen Sam, I love you with every fiber of my being and would walk through a horde of flaming zombies naked before I let you get hurt; but if you and Paula keep bullying Dr. Lobatse like a couple of catty 13 year olds, imma smack a fool.
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incorrectzombiesrun · 4 years
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Doctor Lobatse seeing injured Five: Are they gonna be okay?
Jody: I doubt it, they never have been.
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runner5ive · 4 years
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Managed to doodle some characters I hadn't drawn before.
I've been stuck with drawing recently so only produced a few doodles. I've been relistening to some old missions though which has awakened new appreciation for some characters.
Amelia Spens, Doctor Kefilwe Lobatse, and Five's adopted dad Evan Deaubl
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littlelionmay · 4 years
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I know exactly how your rule goes Put my mask on first No, I don't want to talk about myself Tell me where it hurts
- Atlas:Two, Sleeping at Last
Requested by @kaoticfive, number one Lobatse stan
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runbookzombie · 9 months
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Zombies Run S3M29 Where's Your Head At
I wanted to run 4k yesterday but had to cut it short due to a meeting that suddenly came up. It's not nice being in a meeting and not having the time to shower beforehand. Thankfully it was a video call.
It was gloomy and rainy yesterday anyway so I suppose I might as well concentrate on a longer run this coming weekend.
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This is an AI-generated image of a horde of people and zombies fighting.
Diana just murdered a teenager who surrendered and was willing to do whatever she wanted. I can't get over that.
I wonder what makes one group of people controllable and other groups uncontrollable. These are not zombies, but regular humans, so they must have something in them that makes them lock in to certain frequencies.
Maybe I am missing something from previous missions, though.
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Five: I asked if he liked to play catch.
Five: He said yes.
Five: I asked if he liked to catch these hands.
Five: And he said yes again.
Five: So I hit him.
Five: I don’t see the problem here.
Lobatse, holding an ice pack to Steve’s eye:
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kelzebub · 6 months
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Yao/Runner Five, Sam/Five Characters: Sam Yao, Runner Five, Peter Lynne, Janine deLuca, Jody Marsh, Kefilwe Lobatse, Sara Myers-Cohen-Yao, Paula Cohen, Mystery Characters - Character, Maxine Myers, Brent Valmont, female Five - Character Additional Tags: Healing, Journey, Trauma, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Supportive Relationships Summary:
Five and Sam on a long journey. Spoilers up to Season 10, Mission 15. Inspired by Tazzy but written before I read hers!
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disabledrunner5 · 4 years
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So I got my first injury doing Zombies, Run! today. It’s not too bad, just twisted or something ankle but it keeps giving way when I walk so I thought I’d just give it a rest.
So in the spirit of that here’s some headcannons of what happened when my Five got her first running injury:
It’s a badly twisted ankle. But when you’re in the Zombie apocalypse even that could kill you.
It happens in early Series 3. Just after the run in with the cult in S3M8, Believe, but before S3M9, I Don’t Want To Get Over You.
To be honest, it was a miracle that it didn’t happen sooner, considering Five’s luck.
But naturally, with Five’s luck, it happened as her and Louise were being chased by roughly seventy of the undead whilst on a supply run to a town.
She trips on a pothole and twists her left ankle (she also hits her head but her headset takes most of the impact, but she now can’t talk to Sam who was on Comms (obviously 😂) or hear him, which scares her a bit)
Louise helps her up and Five is pretty certain she could run it off as she hates asking for help.
her ankle keeps giving way after a few steps.
So Louise has to support her. Running.
They have several close calls with the horde to the point where Five is considering on telling Lousie to leave her. But, the former prison inmate was pretty determined not to leave her behind, mostly for Sam’s sake as she doesn’t want to explain why she let his girlfriend to zombies.
Speaking of Sam, he’d looked away for two seconds to look at another camera when Five fell and missed it so he’s yelling for Louise to tell him what’s happened and why Five is limping, and for Five to answer him.
They somehow lose the Zombies and make it back to Abel before curfew.
Sam’s there at the gates, of course, but Five is immediately ushered off to the hospital by Doctor Lobatse before he could get to her due to the fact that she’s limping and has a very nasty gash on her leg that they couldn’t be 100% certain is not a bite.
The fact that Five is coughing from being out of breath isn’t helping.
Which worries Sam even more.
Louise explains to him what happen but she couldn’t be certain she wasn’t bitten in the two seconds before she realised Five was on the ground.
But thankfully its just a cut from the pavement and a badly twisted ankle. Which Doctor Lobatse cleans and examines it efficiently and tells Five to take a couple of days off to rest her ankle.
Five has to calm Sam down though when he (almost dramatically) bursts in and tearfully asks her if she’s been bitten and then starts blaming himself for taking his eye off the screen she was on for a second before she could tell him she was bite free.
Then he starts crying from relief when she confirms (although she’s unable to talk because Dr Lobatse is in the room, nothing against her though, Five just sometimes can’t talk to people she doesn’t know that well or when she’s in large groups) that she’s fine.
Sam waits on Five all night. Despite her telling him she can do everything herself. Sam refuses to let her do anything that could make her injury worse.
Five suspects he still feels guilty for letting his eye off the ball and not realising she was hurt and needed help.
So she’s constantly telling him it’s not his fault. Just like he does when she’s blaming herself for literally everything.
Sam managed to get hold of some ice from the kitchen and a cloth after a ‘medical emergency’ snack run when he realises Five is still in a bit of pain (it’s more discomfort than pain). He nurses her ankle with it.
Jody and Paula pop in and the four of them talk. Anything to take Five’s mind off the potentially traumatic day.
Eventually when Paula and Jody leave Sam convinces Five to go to sleep as she looks tired.
She’s reluctant because she’s terrified of having a nightmare about it (she’s been having nightmares slightly more than usual after Sara died and she found out that her dad didn’t make it back from London) but eventually agrees.
Sam swears (like he always does when she’s scared of a nightmare) that he’s not going anywhere.
He also mentions that she is not allowed to go anywhere without him or anyone else if her ankle is still painful and seizing up in the morning. He’s not letting her make it worse.
She’s not complaining. She sort of enjoyed being waited on in the apocalypse by her boyfriend 😂 ... but she doesn’t want to take full advantage of Sam or milk her injury.
She still manages to persuade Sam to let her go on the mission with Paula, Owen and Louise to Deadlock Territory in a couple of days if she was feeling better though before going to sleep.
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crownleys · 4 years
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I love Lobatse..... so much. I really just wanted to draw her real quick. Anyways: ┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ Kefilwe Lobatse ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔
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teacup-crow · 4 years
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Having Fun
 Zombies, Make! round 3, using three prompts - a skateboarder, the ZRTM quote “what’s the point in staying alive if you’re not having fun?” and a step-by-step to lifting someone unconcious/prone. Shout out @puptart and @crownleys
The Kytan/Yang/Cameo/Andrew gang test Kefilwe’s limits. This is set early on in Season 3, but spoilers for S3M26 as that’s when these characters show up. It’s very silly but I hope you enjoy it!
Kytan is the king of the kick-flip, the ninja to defeat all ninjas, the master of martial arts. He can handle a puny little skateboard.
Or so Cameo reckons, twisting the chains of her swing up into a giant knot, then riding the wave of euphoria as it swivels itself back to normal at top speed. “Whooo-hoo! Anyway, as I was saying, you can definitely do this. I double-triple-quadruple-dog-dare you.”
“Runner Eleven, Runner Thirteen, I would like to reiterate that this detour is ill-advised,” Kefilwe sighs heavily. “I have no cameras on the playpark area. There are countless unknown dangers.”
“Sam would let us have fun,” Kytan whines, only semi-jokingly. Cameo rolls her eyes at him.
“What Ky means is that we’re keeping an eye out, Kefi. Andrew and Yang aren’t far off, and they’ll yell if they hear or see anything weird. Besides, this place was cleared out months ago, and we have half an hour spare. What’s the point of staying alive if we can’t enjoy the little things, huh?”
The sun bounces off the metal slide, as bright as her words, the rubber of the swing beneath her legs hot and cracking. Kytan balances at the top of the slide, on the board, teetering ever so slightly. The red paint of the long-abandoned recreation ground is burnt and peeling in the summer sun – all things considered, it’s been a dismal supply run. But this has been one of their favourite spots since Andrew first accidentally stumbled through it and wound up surrounded by eyeless zombie children.
Well, Andrew wasn’t so keen on the place, but it had kind of become theirs by right.
Kefilwe sounds a slightly defensive. “I know how to enjoy the little things, Thirteen.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time you took a break?”
“And was it before or after 1995?”
“Just this morning, in fact, I treated myself to a mug of cocoa.”
“Doc…” Kytan frowns, confused. “That’s not fun.”
Cameo cuts in. “You still got up at four-thirty AM!”
“Fun is this awesome ollie I’m about to show Cammie just to prove that I can do one.”
“Using an abandoned skateboard you fixed with gaffa tape is not fun, it is an accident waiting to happen.”
“He’s done stupider things. Anyway, we all know Kytan’s immune to pain.”
“And I was double-triple-dog-dared!”
Kefilwe covers her face with her hands, the motion almost audible. “He is not immune to breaking his neck, though, is he?”
“I like to say that you never know until you try.”
“Runners! Please! I do not think it is fair to try this on me when I am new to comms. I am not a supply teacher!”
“We do this with everyone, I promise,” Cameo replies. “All right then, Ky. Three, two, one…”
Kytan shuts his eyes, stuck out his tongue in concentration and pushed off.
Almost immediately, the board splits in two. Kytan’s flight is spectacular, slow motion, a flying-through the air ending in an almost graceful tuck and roll onto the asphalt. “Shit!”
“Is he all right? Thirteen?!”
“He knows how to fall, we’ll say that much.”
“Uh, Cammie…” Attempting to pick himself up, he looks towards her, and raises a trembling finger.
“Are you okay there, doofus?” For the first time, the bantering tone drops from her voice, replaced by concern and genuine affection. His ankle looks a little worse for wear, his hands dripping in blood, his shaking less pure adrenaline and more-
She whips her head around. Andrew and Yang are approaching the park gates at full sprint, unclipping heavier supplies from their packs. And the only reason to do that is-
“Ace, I think that’s a horde.”
“Horde!”
“HORDE!” Yang screams, throwing her his pack and scooping Kytan up and over his shoulders in one fluid movement.
To her credit, Kefilwe keeps her head. “Okay. You’ll come back into camera range in ten minutes if you head east, on to the main road from earlier. Try to avoid losing supplies if you can.”
“Bit late for that, Doc,” Cameo replies, vaulting the fence as she follows in the men’s footsteps. “Paint’s gone, but we’ve still got most of the scavenged wiring.”
“Better than nothing. Keep talking, Runner Thirteen; please keep me aware of all movement. I have your location plotted on the map. Do not look behind you.”
“Seconded,” Andrew adds. “It’s more bloody kids.”
“Did you two forget to take it in turns on the play equipment?” Yang manages. Kytan’s laugh is strained.
“Next time, I’ll remember to give the zombies a push on the swings.”
“That’s us coming up on the golf course, Doc.”
“Good. Keep going. Runners, how many zombies can you see behind you?”
“…there’s a point where you stop thinking in numbers and start thinking in waves?”
“That point is about forty.” Andrew sputters. “And Jesus those are close!”
“I am sorry, but you’re going to need to go faster, Runners.”
“Our favourite phrase,” Cameo quips, and then shrieks as she feels fingers nearly brush her shirt. “Oh my God, this is it, this is it!”
“Nobody is dying on my first shift,” Kefilwe replies, a note of steel in her tone that was missing before. “Runner Thirteen, you will get back to Abel. Just keep running. Stick together. You have made it through closer calls than this. Weren’t you telling me that you’re the dream team? The dream team will not die today.”
“Okay. Yeah. Okay. We’re nearly at the road now. And we’re listening. Take us home, Doc.”
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Four sheepish, shattered runners stand in the entrance of the medbay, clinging onto each other to hold each other up more than anything else.
“We thought we owed you an apology,” Cameo begins abruptly, swiping her damp, just-showered hair out of her face and proffering a jar. “And at the very least, honey. I keep bees, see.”
“She likes the risk. But we were stupid out there today,” Kytan adds, “And that’s coming from me.”
“And I’d have lost both of these idiots if you weren’t genuinely one of the best radio operators we’ve ever had.” Yang finishes, his arms wrapped around the two of them.
“We’re sharing a bottle of moonshine over cards in the quad this evening, if you’re in,” Andrew says, a little shy. “If you’d like to get to know the names behind the numbers, all that.”
There’s a long, apprehensive silence, until the doctor finally breaks into a smile.
“Well, what’s the point of staying alive if I’m not having fun?” They wait. “I’ll be there.”
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