Summary: Trapped on a roof and afraid of being eaten alive, Merle Dixon attempts to saw off his own hand to escape death. He would have succeeded too, if not for a surprise savior. Meet Nashoba, a Chickasaw Indian. A woman of the land, Nashoba knows everything there is to know about survival in the wild world. So why does she find herself in Atlanta? She didn't know why she went to Atlanta, it wasn't like she needed to. But she understands why when she finds Merle with his hand half sawed off. At first glance, he's a hot tempered, racist, druggie redneck. But Nashoba finds that there's more to this man than meets the eye.
Okay, so this is my Walking Dead story! I've been toying with this idea for a while now and have decided that I wanted to put it into actual words. The prologue is crappy, I found that it's very difficult (at least for me) to write something that comes from a TV screen. I tried though, and I hope this does the actual show some justice. Please let me know what you think of it. This story was inspired by the song Hell on an Angel by Brantley Gilbert. Yay for country music! :D
But anyway, I'm done ranting now. Please read and review!
P.S.- let me know if the rating needs to change because of the language.
P.P.S.- I own only Nashoba and the plot line (Minus this chapter of course)
(From "The Walking Dead")
The gunshot echoed through the building. "Oh no, Is that Dixon?" Andrea asked fretfully.
"What is that maniac doing?" Glen asked as Morales tells them to get moving. Everyone, new guy Rick included, races to the rooftop.
Morales was the first through the door. "Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" Morales shouts at the man. The man, a brute wearing a vest and a leather wristband with a rifle in his hands, laughs. He fires off another round and Andrea groans.
The man, Dixon, turns around and points the gun towards the group. "Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun. Huh?" he says as he jumps down from the edge "Only common sense."
"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" T-dog shouts at him and Dixon laughs "And you bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill!"
Dixon walks towards T-dog, gesturing with his hands and the rifle that is still held in his right. "Bad enough I've got this tobacco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you?" he asks "I don't think so bro. That'll be the day."
T-dog takes offense to his words. "'That'll be the day?' You got something you wanna tell me?" T-dog asks, gesturing towards himself. Morales tries to tell him to leave it, that the man isn't worth it, but T-dog keeps fighting. Morales tries to tell the man, Merle Dixon, to calm down, they have enough trouble as it is. But Merle just ignores him.
"You wanna know the day?" Merle asks T-dog. T-dog tells him yes. "I'll tell you the day, Mr. "Yo". It's the day I take orders from a nigger." Merle says, raising the barrel of the gun towards the sky. Almost immediately, T-dog goes to hit the man.
Merle fights back. He blocks T-dog's punch and strikes the man with the butt of the gun. The others are telling him to stop, but he just won't do it. Merle sets the gun down and goes after T-dog, punching him. The new guy, Rick, tries to step in but he gets punched as well, sending him flying to the ground. Merle turns right back around and kicks T-dog in the chest, then he punches him again and T-dog falls into a piece of piping, smacking his head off it and falling to the ground. Still, Merle doesn't relent. He kicks him over and over as the others yell at him to stop, that he's hurting him.
Merle gets down and starts to punch T-dog and when Morales tries to intervene, Merle elbows him in the stomach. Merle punches him once more before drawing out the pistol tucked into his waistband. He points it at T-dog's head. Andrea begs him not to hurt him any further. Merle appears to ignore her, and spits on the black man's chest, rubbing it into his shirt.
"Yeah! All right!" Merle shouts as he stands up "We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge! I vote me. Anybody else?"
The others drag T-dog away from the brute man and start to check over his injuries. Merle continues shouting. "Huh?!" he asks "Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands? All in favor? Come on, let's see 'em!"
"Oh come on." Andrea groans.
"All in favor?" Merle asks again, smirking. He waves his gun around the group. "Yeah. That's good." He says as they start to raise their hands. "Now, that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah, anybody else? Hm? Anybody?"
Sometime during the fight, Rick had gotten back up. He stood behind Merle. "Yeah." He said in answer to the man's last question. When Merle turned around, Rick knocks the butt of the rifle into Merle's face, this time sending him flailing to the ground. Rick throws the rifle to the ground, steps over to Merle, places his knee on the man's face, pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and handcuffs Merle to a piece of metal on the roof. Then he lifts him up and shoves him back against the piping.
"Who the hell are you man?!" Merle growls.
"Officer Friendly." Rick answers snidely. Rick turns around and grabs the pistol Merle dropped, popping the clip out to look at the number of rounds.
"Look here, Merle. Things are different now." Rick started "There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash idiots either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and The Dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart." Rick pops the clip back into the gun.
"Screw you, man." Merle mutters. Rick scoffs.
"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."
"Yeah?" Merle asks "Well, screw you twice."
Rick sucks in a breath, cocks the pistol and points it at Merle temple. "You ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense." Ricks repeats the man's earlier words. The others stare at the interaction.
"You wouldn't." Merle mutters "You're a cop." Rick puts the gun down and kneels a little lower to look the man in the eye.
"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose." Rick says. He continues to stare Merle down. "I'll give you a moment to think about that." With that, Rick moves on to checking the man for more weapons. But instead he finds a baggie that contains drugs. Rick flicks the man's nose, telling him he has something on it. Merle laughs and asks if he's going to arrest him.
Rick gets up and walks to the edge of the roof, tossing the baggie over it. "Hey! What are you doing? Man that's my stuff!" Merle shouts. He struggles against the cuffs. "If I get lose you better pray - Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?! DO you hear me you filthy pig?!"
Morales gets up and walks over to where Rick is now standing on the opposite side of the roof, where Merle was first standing. Morales hears Rick mutter that he hears Merle, his voice carries. Morales stands beside Rick as the man rubs his wrist.
"You're not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?" he asks Rick.
"Up the road a ways."
"Well, Officer Friendly from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city." Morales says as they stare out over the now destroyed city of Atlanta and the zombies roaming the streets.
"Gosh, it's like time square down there." Andrea says as she and Jacqui look over the edge of the building the group is holed up in.
"How's that signal?" Morales asks T-dog as he and Rick walk over to Andrea and Jacque.
"Like Dixon's brain. Weak." T-dog replies. At that Merle flips him the bird.
"Keep trying." Morales tells him.
"Why?" Andrea asks "There's nothing they can do. Not a damn thing." With that she walks away from the edge of the building.
Morales looks to Rick. "Got some people outside the city is all. There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream."
"Then she's right," Rick says "we're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out."
"Good luck with that. These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear." Merle rasps out. "Ain't that right, sugar tits?" he asks Andrea "Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me outta these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway."
"Oh I'd rather." Andrea replies.
"Rug muncher." Merle mutters "I figured as much."
"Streets ain't safe." Rick murmurs as they ignore Merle.
"Now that's an understatement." Morales tells him.
"What about under the streets? The sewers?" Rick asks.
"Oh, man." Morales says, realizing they hadn't thought of that "Hey Glen, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?" Glen gets up and dashes to the other end of the rooftop to peer over the side.
"No," he says as he jogs back "must be all out on the streets where the geeks are."
"Maybe not." Jacqui pops in "Old building like this built in the 20's- big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements."
"How do you know that?" Glen asks her.
"It's my job- was." She answers, turning to look at Rick "I worked in the city zoning office."
Everyone save Merle and T-dog made for the door and headed down to the subbasement level. Sure enough, they find a ladder leading farther down.
"This is it? Are you sure?" Morales asks.
"I really scoped this place out the other times I was here." Glen replies "It's the only thing in the building that goes down. But I've never gone down it. Who'd want to, right?" Everyone looks up at Glen as he looks at them. When he sees the looks on their faces he realizes what they want him to do. "Oh. Great."
"We'll be right behind you." Andrea tries to assure him but Glen interrupts.
"No, you won't. Not you."
"Why not me?" she asks "Think I can't?"
"I wasn't…" Glen stutters out.
"Speak your mind." Rick tells him calmly and collectively
Glen takes a breath and gathers his courage. "Look," he says "until now I always came here by myself. In and out, grab a few things – no problem. The first time I bring a group – everything goes to hell. No offense. If you want me to go down this gnarly hole, fine. But only if we do it my way. It's tight down there. If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed. I'll take one person. Not you either." Glens tells Rick as he goes to volunteer "You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors, covering our ass. And you've got the only other gun so you should go with him." He tells Andrea. He points to Morales. "You be my wingman. Jacqui stays here. Something happens, yell down to us and get us back up here in a hurry."
"Okay." Jacqui nods.
"Okay. Everybody knows their jobs." Rick says, looking at Glen and patting him on the shoulder. Rick turns around to head out to the store while Glen starts down the ladder. Once at the bottom, Morales and Glen stand there and stare off into the tunnel. Then begin to slowly make their way through. Glen steps on the tail of a rat, causing it to shriek and he jumps in surprise but they keep moving. A little slower now, but they keep moving.
Upstairs, Andrea and Rick are walking into the store were the walkers are beating at the door. They move carefully around the groups of clothes, watching the doors. Andrea's the first to break the silence.
"Sorry for the gun in your face." She says. Rick looks back at her but keeps walking.
"People do things when they're afraid." He tells her.
"Not that it was entirely unjustified. You did get us into this." She says as she looks back at him. Andrea stops in front of a jewelry display.
"If I get us out, will that make up for it?" he asks seriously.
"No," she answers "but it'd be a start." Rick turns away from her to look at the doors once more. Then he turns back.
"Next time though, take the safety off. It won't shoot otherwise." Rick informs her.
"Oh." She replies as she pulls it out.
"Is that your gun?" Rick asks.
"It was a gift. Why?" she asks. He walks around the display case to stand next to her. He holds his hand out, silently asks her to hand the gun to him. She gives it to him. He clicks the safety off and shows it to her.
"Little red dot means it's ready to fire. You may have occasion to use it." He says as he hands it back. Andrea takes it.
"Good to know."
Up on the roof, T-dog is still trying to get ahold of their other group members. "Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody read? I'm hoping to hear somebodies voice 'cause I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine." He says agitatedly.
"Yeah, well that makes two of us." Merle jabs "Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy."
"Why don't you pull your head out your ass? Maybe your headache will go away." T-dog snaps back. Merle chuckles. "Try some positivity for a change. Damn."
"I'll tell you what-" Merle starts "you get me outta these cuffs and I'll be all 'Sammy Sunshine' positive for ya. Hey, see that hacksaw over there in that tool bag? Get it for me, hmm? Make it worth your while. What do you say man? Come on. Get me outta these things." Merle says as he jerks at the cuffs.
"So you can beat my ass again?" T-dog asks "Or call me nigger some more?"
"Come on now." Merle says "It wasn't personal. It's just that your kind and my kind ain't meant to mix. That's all. It don't mean we can't… work together, parley, as long as there's some mutual gain involved. So… about that hacksaw…"
"Guess you want me to get that rifle over there too. So you can shoot that cop when he comes back up, huh?" T-dog asks. Neither of the men say another word as they stare each other down
Back down in the tunnel system, Glen pushes open a creaky metal door. He and Morales descend a few steps as they come face to face with a barred over sewer tunnel.
"Yeah we got ourselves a sewer tunnel. Jacqui was right." Morales says. Glen pulls at the metal bars that are barring their way.
"Can we cut through it?" he asks Morales.
"If we had a blowtorch and half a day? Sure." He answers "Dale's hacksaw sure as hell won't do it."
Both me are startled by a crunching sound. They look down to find a walker eating a rat on the other side of the bars. Both men jump back as the walker lunges at the bars, squeezing his arm through trying to get at them. Morales and Glen back against the wall. The sewers were a no go.
Upstairs in the store room, Andrea's examining a necklace with a mermaid on it. She makes a quiet noise of approval that catches Rick's attention. He turns towards her to see what's going on. "See something you like?" he asks as he walks over to her.
"Not me." Andrea answers "But I know someone who would. My sister. She's still such a kid in some ways. Unicorns, dragons – she's in to all that stuff. But mermaids – they rule. She loves mermaids."
"Why not take it?" Rick asks. Andrea looks up at him.
"There's a cop staring at me." She retorts. Rick chuckles. Andrea looks back down at the necklace before looking back up at Rick.
"Would it be considered looting?" she asks seriously.
"I don't think those rules apply anymore, do you?" he responds. With a small smile Andrea takes the necklace from its place and puts it in her pocket. Then the first set of doors break. The walkers are getting through. Rick and Andrea race towards the doors with their guns out as Morales and Jacqui appear.
"What'd you find down there?" Rick questions.
"Not a way out." Morales answers.
"We need to find a way." Andrea says "And soon." They all turn and head back to the rooftop where Rick grabs a pair of binoculars and starts scanning the streets.
"That construction site, those trucks-" Ricks says as he passes the binoculars to Morales "They always keep keys on hand."
"You'll never make it past the walkers." Morales shoots down.
"You got me out of that tank." Rick states as he looks to Glen.
"Yeah but they were feeding, they were distracted." Glen argues.
"Can we distract them again?" Rick shoots back.
"Right, listen to him. He's on to something." Merle butts in "A diversion, like on 'Hogan's Heroes'."
"Oh give It a rest." Jacqui snaps.
"They're drawn by sound, right?" Rick confirms.
"Right, like dogs." Glen says "They hear sound, they come."
"What else?" Rick asks.
"Aside from they hear you? They see you, smell you and if they catch you, they eat you." Morales answers.
"They can tell us by smell?" Rick asks.
"Can't you?" Glen asks, incredulous.
"They smell dead, we don't. It's pretty distinct." Andrea pipes in. With an idea in his head, Rick leads everyone minus Merle down stairs. Once down there, he grabs several pairs of rubber gloves and starts to distribute them.
"If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold." Glen says unbelievingly.
"He's right." Morales agrees "Just stop, okay? Take some time to think this through."
"How much time?" Rick bites back "They already got through one set of doors. That glass won't hold forever." Rick takes a long coat off its hanger and tosses it to Glen, who still looks unbelieving. They put the garments on and then head for the door that leads outside. They burst outside and Rick and Morales grab the nearest non-living walker and drag it inside the building while Glen makes sure no living walkers eat them. Once the walker is inside, they slam the door closed.
Rick grabs a crowbar and a face mask, puling the latter on. He takes a deep breath, looking at the walker lying on the floor. Even he doesn't really believe what he's about to do. Breaking the glass on a box that contains an axe, he pulls it out and walks around so that he's standing in front of the dead walker. He hands the crowbar to Glen, who sets it on a stool, and prepares to take the first swing at the walker. Everyone watches him.
He moves to chop off a arm or a leg but stops and in frustration rips the face mask off. He throws both the mask and the axe down, takes of his gloves and crouches next to the dead walker. He starts searching pockets for something. He pulls out a wallet and unfolds it.
"Wayne Dunlap." He announces "Georgia license. Born in 1979. He had $28 in his pocket when he died… and a picture of a pretty girl. 'With love, from Rachel.'" He reads off the back of the picture. "He used to be like us – worrying about bills or the rent or the super bowl. If I ever find my family, I'm gonna tell them about Wayne." Rick says as he looks around at the others. He carefully puts the wallet back.
"One more thing." Glen says and everybody looks at him. "He was an organ donor." Rick grabs his mask and gloves and puts them back on, then picks up the axe. With a sharp intake of breath, Rick takes the swing and hits the dead walker. He does it again and again, splitting the stomach and cutting off a leg. There are multiple noises of disgust coming from everyone in the room.
Rick takes three more swings before pulling of the mask and handing both the axe and the mask to Morales. "Keep chopping." He tells him. Morales puts the mask on and continues.
Glen groans. "I'm so gonna hurl."
"Later." Rick says.
After five or six swings, Morales quits chopping. "Everybody got gloves?" Rick asks. At the nods Rick continues. "Don't get any on your skin or in your eyes." With that said, they all bent to grab handfuls of the walker's remains. They smear it all over Glen and Rick. Andrea picks up some intestines and lays them across Glen's shoulders.
"Oh this is bad. This is really bad." Glen moans.
"Think about something else. Puppies and kittens." Rick suggests.
"Dead puppies and kittens." T-dog mutters. Glen turns and vomits.
"That is just evil. What is wrong with you?" Andrea asks Rick.
"Next time let the cracker beat his ass." Jacqui growls at Rick.
"You suck." Glen moans. Rick ignores him.
"Do we smell like them?" he asks.
"Oh yea." Andrea replies in disgust. "Glen," she says as she moves towards him. She offers her gun. "Just in case." She tucks it into his waistband.
"We make it back, be ready." Rick warns.
"What about Merle Dixon?" T-dog asks. Rick takes off one of his gloves and reaches in his pocket to produce the key to the handcuffs. He stares at it for a moment before tossing it to T-dog. He too stares at it before putting it in his pocket. Rick puts his gloves back on. "Give me the axe." He says. Morales picks it up and hands it to him.
"We need more guts." Rick says as he swings the axe again. More disgusted moans followed.
Five to ten minutes later the door opened once again and Glen and Rick, covered in walker guts, stepped out. They shared a look before they started down the alley, faking limps so they appeared more walker like. Morales shut the door behind them and he and the others raced back upstairs to the rooftop.
They made it past the first two walkers with ease, nervous though they were. Once they got to the barricade, they slowly sank down and began to crawl underneath it. Once on the other side, they slowly stood up and began limping down the road toward the construction camp.
Up on the roof, Morales and the others race to the edge of the roof, Morales grabbing the binoculars.
"Hey! What's happening man?!" Merle demands.
"Hey T-dog, try that C.B." Morales says. T-dog collapses by the C.B. and tries to raise the rest of their group outside Atlanta.
"Hey come on. Talk to me y'all!" Merle shouts. They ignore him and Morales searches the street for Rick and Glen. He finds them and points them out to Andrea and Jacqui, who are standing beside him.
"That asshole's out on the street with the handcuff keys?" Merle demands. T-dog pauses and stares at the brute man. He pulls out the key and holds it up, waving it in front of Merle. The brute man glares at him. T-dog returns to trying to get a hold of the rest of their group and for a moment, he gets through.
"Hello? Hello? Receptions bad on this end. Repeat. Repeat." A male voice comes through.
"Shane? Is that you?" T-dog asks. "We're in some deep shit. We're trapped in the department store. There are geeks all over the place. Hundreds of 'em. We're surrounded." He never gets an answer to what he said though.
On the street, Glen and Rick are still shuffling their way towards the construction site. The walkers watch them, but without a living human smell they don't approach farther. But then the rain starts and the blood and guts start to wash off. The walkers notice and now they can smell fresh meat.
"The smell's washing off, isn't it?" Glen grounds out. He starts to panic. "Is it washing off?"
"No," Rick lies "it's not." A walker stumbles past him and growls before turning towards him. "Well, maybe." Then a walker lunges at him. Rick lifts the axe, which he's carried with him, and slams it into the walkers head. "RUN!" he shouts. Both me take off towards the gate, killing a couple zombies as they run. The zombies chase after them.
Once they reach the gate, they throw their weapons over it and haul themselves over the fence. Rick turns, takes out his gun and starts shooting the walkers. Glen runs towards where the keys for the trucks are kept, shouting at Rick to follow. He does and a single walker makes it over the fence.
They get to the truck, get in and shut the door seconds before the stray walker reaches them. Rick starts the engine, puts it in reverse and floors it. As he does, the walkers break the gate down. Rick turns the truck around and heads in the opposite direction of the department store where everyone is trapped. Up on the roof, everyone is freaking out.
"They're leaving us." Andrea exclaims. In the background, Merle demands to know what's going on and what she means.
"Where they going? Where they going?" Morales repeats in fear." Andrea begs them to come back even though from up there they can't hear her.
In the truck Glen, too, is freaking out. "Oh gosh, oh gosh. They're all over that place!" he exclaims. Rick seems relatively calm.
"You need to draw them away. Those roll-up doors at the front of the store – that area? – that's what I need cleared." Rick tells Glen "Raise your friends. Tell them to get down there and be ready."
"And I'm drawing these geeks away how? I – I missed that part." Glen asks panicked.
"Noise." Rick answers. They drive to a deserted parking lot where Rick picks a car and busts out the driver's side window. The car alarm starts blaring. Rick unlocks the car, gets in and uses a screw driver to start it. Then Glen takes over and takes off through the city, telling the other where they need to be and to be ready.
On the roof, everyone is hurrying trying to gather all of their things. "Come on, come on let's go!" Morales shouts as they grab their bags and head for the door leaving Merle Dixon still cuffed to the pipe.
"Hey, you can't leave me here!" Merle screams "I'm not fooling man! Morales! Hey man, don't do this!"
T-dog starts across but pauses and Morales stops and turns to look at him. He can see the expression on the black man's face. Even with as horrible as Merle Dixon is, he could just leave him. "We gotta go!" Morales tells T-dog, but the man is torn. Leave or help the racist redneck Merle Dixon? Speaking of Merle, the man continues to shout, yelling that they can't leave him.
T-dog makes his choice and hurries back over to set Merle free. But in his haste, he trips. The key flies out of his hand and falls down a pipe. The key's lost and Merle's still chained. Merle gets angry.
"Son of a bitch! You did that on purpose!" he shouts.
"I didn't mean to!" T-dog screams but.
"You lie!" T-dog is up and heading for the door again, there's nothing more he can do. Merle's screaming at T-dog not to leave him.
"I'm sorry man! I'm sorry!" T-dog apologizes. He gets through the door and starts down the steps but pauses. He sets his stuff down, turns around and grabs the pad lock for the door. He threads it through the handle and puts the lock on. Then he grabs his stuff and rushes down the steps. He weaves his way through the building until he gets to Morales and the others. As soon as Rick reaches the doors, he taps on them. Andrea and the other immediately pull the chain that raises up the doors. They grab their things, jump in the truck, and shut the door. Then they're speeding through Atlanta heading for the road that will take them back to their camp. They're alive and unharmed with all save one of their original group. Morales, Andrea, Jacqui, T-dog, and Glen along with new guy Rick Grimes head for the safety of the camp, leaving lone Merle Dixon trapped on a roof top in the overrun city of Atlanta.
Later that evening, losing the high that he had hours earlier and going on no water in the scorching Georgia heat, Merle Dixon seems as if he's losing his mind.
"That's right. You heard me bitch. You got a problem? Bring it on if you're man enough, or take it up the chain if you're a pussy. You heard me, you pussy-ass noncom bitch. You ain't deaf. Take it up with the chain of command or you can kiss my lily-white ass." Merle mutters out and laughs deliriously "That's what I said. You heard me. And then this idiot, he takes a swing, you know, and well… oh you should've seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of 'em. Pow! Pow! Just like that. Huh. Oh my gosh. Sixteen months in the stockade – oh that's what them teeth cost me. That was - that was hard time, but by damn it was worth every minute of it just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground. Yes sir, worth every minute." His delirious talking stops and he stares up at the sky.
He pulls at the cuffs and that seems to make him realize what's going on. He starts to panic. "Oh no. No no! No no! No no!" he yanks at the cuffs, blooding his wrist even more. He begs, begs to no one, to God. In his state he probably doesn't even know what he's saying, but he says it. Then the door opens a crack and some walkers manage to poke their heads through. They can't get all the way through, but that doesn't seem to comfort the delirious Merle. He cries out and lays down, scooting himself under the pipe as if it would protect him if they would get through. Then he sees the hacksaw that was knocked over when everyone was hurrying to leave. There's a belt lying within his reach and he thinks that if he can just get the buckle hooked on the saw, he'll have his way out. A painful way, but a way out. A way off that roof, away from those walkers, and a shot at living. He flings the belt towards the saw, trying and trying again to hook it. He's determined now. He wants to live and in the mind of Merle Dixon, live he would.
