Pairings: Can you guys guess whose being paired? ;)

Warnings: This story will contain coarse language as well as references of violence not suitable for younger readers. Adult themes may be present.

Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead nor any of the characters. My story does not follow the game's storyline (Well, for those who are familiar with the "Sacrifice" campaign).

Hints: AGAIN! Just to make sure, italicized words are just words that are emphasized when a character is speaking. Italicized phrases are the thoughts of characters. Well anyhoo...

Thank you for reading chapter 10! I hope ya'll review or comment, anything helps! I want to see what my readers think, so I don't go blindly charging towards writing something bizarre. Haha, just kidding! As usual, please enjoy reading! :D

Chapter 10

Ruminations

-crunch-

Old military boots crushed the grass below them as the owner treaded slowly into the darkening jungle. His steps were heavier than normal, the veteran being forced to carry Benny who was still unconscious. Bill was closely followed by the pirate, who kept an eye on the old veteran's back.

Hm...

Tactical expert he was, his eyes were trained to scan his surroundings for anything he could use as a weapon.

Jungle.

It came back to him as a sour rush of memory, at once familiar and yet uncertain in its variegation. Everything was the same. The odd noises, the stink of decay, the harsh dark shadows contrasted with the searing patches of sunlight, the humidity...One of his homes.

Four fucking tours in 'Nam. Now this? I know you're neutral, so what have you got that I can use?

Bill scanned his surroundings with alert, hooded eye-interest, but didn't see anything he could use from the thick green terrain. However, Bill did make sure to put more force into his steps to add deeper tracks in the soft dirt for his other three comrades to see if they were tracking him.

Bill looked down at Benny's face, the latter was still knocked out, blood caked the side of his head. The veteran grunted as the weight of the teenager was beginning to wear him down. Bill had to do something before he either got too tired to fight or reached where-ever the pirate wanted him to go.

If more of these bastards show up that would be bad. Being slammed up in a box at some fucking pirate camp wouldn't be my ideal situation. At least there's some advantage out here in the dark...

"Move it you old bastard. Lift ya feet, like ya stole 'em."

The pirate jabbed Bill in the back with his rifle, the latter grunting in annoyance.

Bill wasn't sure if the plan to act like a useless old man had worked, seeing as he almost blew it when he had yelled at the pirate a few seconds after he employed the act. But Bill kept it up throughout the whole time they were walking. Making sure to stumble around, complaining of the heat, and panting in excessively.

Bill decided to push his chances a bit, to see how the pirate reacted if he suddenly stopped. Bill began to pretend that he was running out of breathe, clutching at his side, something that most people would expect for an old man to do when he had too much exercise.

-gasp-

Bill began to pant as he slowed down and stopped next to a particularly large tree that had strange markings, which he didn't take the time to study.

"What deh fuck?! No one told ya to stop you shit!"

The frustrated pirate poked the gun firmly in Bill's direction, but-

"I..I...can't...I have a heart condition..."

Bill made sure to take shaking breathes to make sure it seemed that he really did have something wrong with him.

It was a bit hard for Bill to act this way, to shove aside his pride away and pretend to be some weak old man that people expected him to be. That was one of the reasons he hated people, they always thought that he was only some grandpa that lived around the corner that couldn't do anything besides drink and sleep. It was even the same when people tried to talk to him, they would have some sort of pity tone in their voice that would annoy the hell out of Bill.

Perhaps it was only Bill himself, always being cold and resentful, but he remembered the time when he came back from Vietnam. His leg pretty much shattered and useless for the rest of his life, he was forced to leave duty after his fourth tour. And yet he hadn't expect that people would give him looks of loathe and disgust when they saw him get off the bus in his uniform. He had thought he was volunteering his life to fight for his country, and yet the very ones who he had risked his life for treated him in contempt.

He couldn't stand the murmurs or conversations behind his back, everyone seemed to hate him and would distance themselves away from him when he walked close to them. Bill became bitter, not only bitter at the people who hated him only for the reason that he fought in the Vietnam War, but bitter at his very own country that had used him and threw him out like trash after he had nothing more to give.

And yet months and years later, people had pretty much forgotten war veterans like Bill. Perhaps there were some hospitals made to honor them and programs to assist the veterans integrate back into society, but nothing could really give back what they had lost from the war and the treatment they received from the people whom they fought for. Instead of disgusted looks, people began to pity them instead, thinking that the veterans couldn't take care of themselves.

Thrown away into the shadows, Bill was merely someone who worked odd jobs to pay for his small apartment and tobacco. He had no one to talk to nor did he want to talk to people who only pitied him for what they thought who he was, not the person he really was. They only saw him as an old senile man who had the unfortunate experience to almost die in the war. Bill just couldn't stand the looks of pity on him when people when they found out that he was a veteran.

Bill probably would've lashed out at someone or something eventually if his life continued that way, sitting on his couch just smoking the hours away.

Fucking Green Flu.

He had finally made it to the top of some bureaucrat's shiny elective surgery list to get yet another procedure done to his knee. It had taken months and not a little pressure from his general practitioner for the VA to give him their magic tick of approval. Then...guess what?

The Green Flu came around the block corner and fucked me in the ass. The story of my damn life.

A young resident had tried to strike a conversation with Bill, something the veteran didn't have for years. However, the resident asked questions that had such an obvious answer, Bill didn't feel the need to respond to them. After all, who asks if he was a veteran if he went to a veteran's hospital for surgery? He snapped at the resident, scaring him, telling him to get away from him. Bill could feel the pity, the resident only talking to him because the resident felt sorry for him, something that made Bill finally crack.

He went onto the surgery table and the nurse had turned into an Infected right there on the spot. Bill had no choice but to fight her off, despite them having put a sleeping drug on him for the surgery. He had managed throw her off long enough to find a long, thick knife and sliced off the nurse's head. Bill couldn't recall how he had managed to find his way to his apartment through the mobs of Infected on the street other than blurs of blood and hacking and slicing.

When he had reached his apartment, Bill opened the trunk that had all his worldly possessions. Not only his beloved assault rifle, but also his old military uniform and dog-tags. He donned them on with a cigarette in his mouth, ready to go out into the world that had so long crushed him.

Perhaps fate would be cruel to him and kill him off as it had tried to so long ago when a bomb had set off near him, but he was lucky enough to be saved by a fellow soldier who had cared enough to break from his platoon and see what had happened. However, Bill knew that it was the time to put his skills to the test, not as some old man, but as a soldier that would survive any hell-hole.

And so he did, leading a group of people he met on the road to safety: A college girl, a IT-worker, a biker, and finally Benny. Bill didn't show it, but he did find relief and pleasure at the fact that he still had all the abilities he had from being a War-fighter and was able to utilize them enough to lead all of them through countless mobs of Infected.

And here he was pretending to be the very thing he never wanted to be, a subservient weakling. He knew that the situation called for him to act this way, but acting like a "grey man" was something he knew well. After all, it was something he did back in the SF, trying to look weak and intimidated while his arrogant opponent would discount him as a potential threat and have the tables turned on him.

Just a little longer...

The pirate growled in frustration as he saw the old man in front of him stop, apparently from exhaustion.

"GAH! KEEP FUCKING WALKING!"

He tried to shove Bill with his other hand, but the latter only stumbled forward with no resistance.

"I-I need...to..rest..."

Bill panted, clutching at his chest, as he leaned on the tree with the strange carvings on it. He turned towards the pirate, hoping that against hope that he would fall for his act.

The pirate hissed in anger-

Damn dis old bastard.

"ARE YEH DEAF? I SAID TO KEEP FUCKING WALKING!"

The pirate did exactly what Bill wanted him to do, leaning forward to smack the veteran in the side of his head with his gun. With one clean move, Bill smashed the gun away from the pirate's hand with his own hand. The pirate gasped in surprise at the sudden retaliation from Bill, his eyes widening in fear as he realized that he was unarmed. The gun clattered to the ground a few feet away from them. Knowing that the pirate was now weaponless and probably not good at hand to hand combat, Bill knew that this was his chance. However, Bill had no choice but to drop Benny down unceremoniously onto the grassy terrain.

"FUCK!"

The pirate tried to dive at the rifle, but he wasn't fast enough as Bill crashed into him headfirst. They scuffled around, each trying to find the upper hand, but Bill won out by sending a smart punch to the pirate's head. The pirate grunted in pain and fell on his back, Bill's knees on his chest. The veteran began to beat the living shit out of him. he pirate screamed horribly in pain while Bill went maximum aggressiveness, putting full force behind his punches.

"Who's a weak old man now asshole?"

Bill panted with effort, saying each word with a punch following it.

The pirate moaned in pain, blood flowing from his face and from the pain of it, it seemed his jaw was broken as well. Bill left the pirate to grovel in the dirt while he retrieved the rifle from the ground.

"Alright, I got good news and bad news. The bad news is that an AK round costs 5 cents, the good news is that your belt around your neck and a tree branch are free. So how's your wallet looking there, Dunston?"

Bill was still a bit pissed off at the fact that the pirate had snuck up on them and smashed the back of Benny's head. Not to mention the ache of his arms, neck, and legs from carrying Benny for a trip inside the dark jungle.

"Please man, I-I'll give yeh anything! Money, a-anything!"

The pirate began to beg pathetically as he saw that he wasn't in charge anymore. Bill clucked his tongue in annoyance at the fact that having a gun made people feel empowered, an example being the pirate. Just one moment ago he was in full control with Bill having to follow his orders, and now when he lost the gun, he was begging pitifully for his life.

"I hate pathetic bastards like you."

Bill grinned wryly...Gotta stop channeling Francis...maybe it's contagious...

Without another word, Bill did the exact same thing the pirate did to Benny, he smashed the gun on the pirate's head. The pirate collapsed with a grunt of pain, mud and wet leaves around him as his body hit the ground.

Bill looked around for anything to tie the pirate with. Noticing vines from a nearby tree, he reached down and took out his combat knife from his boot. He sliced off a couple of the vines, feeling the sturdiness of them. He grabbed the collar of the jacket on the pirate and slowly dragged him to a thin tree. The unconscious pirate was propped on the tree sitting upright as Bill expertly wrapped the vines around him, making sure that it would hold and there was no way he could get out by himself.

I wonder what this scumbag is part of...

A groan came from behind Bill, as Benny began to pick himself up.

"Wha-what happened? My head hurts so baddddd."

Benny complained, feeling as if his head was hit with a hammer.

"Someone knocked you out."

Bill rushed to Benny to check up on him, reaching up to look at the teenager's condition.

He seems fine.

Benny grunted as he tried to stand up, staggering a bit before falling down, Bill catching him before he hit the ground.

"Who can't stand now?"

Benny rolled his eyes as his own joke was turned onto him. He looked and saw the tied up pirate a few feet away in front of them. The former college student frowned as he saw the person who had knocked him out, taking note of the pirate's state of clothes.

Shouldn't have let my guard down...

Benny cursed himself as he felt light-headed, knowing that he probably had a concussion from the blow to his head. Bill sat down beside him, looking intently at the teenager as the latter shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Hey, how many fingers?"

Bill put up two fingers in front of Benny, the latter squinting a bit through the haze of pain-

"Two, I think."

Bill nodded-

"You should be ok."

Bill scanned their surroundings to see if anyone else was around them.

"They should be coming soon, if I know them at all."

"As long as they don't kill each other, they should be fine..."

Benny mumbled in reply, as the pain began to turn into a dull ache. The teenager knew that the other three from the group must have heard the loud gun shots from his hunting rifle and were tracking them right now.

"Hey Bill."

Bill turned back and looked at Benny, giving him a questioning look with his eyebrow raised.

"Sorry about that."

The teenager knew that it was his fault that they were put into danger, him haven't checking to see if the coast was clear and put his back in front of the pirate, leaving him wide open for backstabbing.

Bill knew what he was thinking. the guilty look that Benny had on his face as he looked at the old veteran. He put a hand on Benny's shoulder-

"We all make mistakes."

Benny felt a small comfort from Bill's words, although he still felt responsible for their situation.

"I guess I owe you one then."

"Huh?"

"You saved me right? From that slime-ball over there."

Benny pointed towards the unconscious pirate, who seemed to squirm in discomfort as he was tied up pretty tightly. Bill shrugged as he went back to watching and listening for any signs of approaching people.

We better ask him what the hell is going on this island when he wakes up...but what next? This is a bad spot to wait in...

Bill noted that they were still on the trail, the one the pirate wanted them to walk on. There was no doubt that it was a bad idea to stay, a more than likely chance that a friend of the pirate would walk down it. Making up his mind-

"We have to get off this trail."

Benny looked around them, noticing that they really were right smack in the middle of a trail that continued forward into the dark jungle. He nodded at the veteran and managed to pick himself up by using a tree as support. Bill made sure that the pirate was still knocked out before slicing his bonds and began to drag the pirate by the armpits off the trail. Benny followed Bill, the two stumbling into a small clearing that was pretty well concealed by vines from trees.

"I'm going to interrogate this piece of shit." Bill said to Benny who was still leaning on a tree.

"Go ahead, I think I need to sit down..."

Benny groaned as he slid down on the tree, his head still spinning. As much as Bill hated doing interrogations, as they usually ended up bloody, but they had no choice seeing as they needed to know what was going on in this island. The veteran propped the pirate on a tree and tied him up again with more vines. He began to slap the pirate with his left hand, trying to wake him up, as he had his combat knife ready in his other hand.

"Wuh?"

The pirate snapped awake, trying to move, but couldn't due to the vines wrapped around him.

"Where-"

The pirate began before he felt the sharp edge of a knife placed on his throat. He looked up to the sharp gleam of Bill's eyes as he felt a massive wave of panic and fear.

"You listen to me. Shut up and answer everything I ask. Or your throat gets slit. Understand?"

The pirate could only nod mutely, the knife cutting in to his skin a little when he did so. There were so many things Bill wanted to know, but he knew that he had to begin by finding out who else was on the island besides them.

"Who else is on this island?"

"M-Me and a group of people."

By people, Bill took it to mean a gang of pirates.

"And why are you people on this island?"

"To git away from those goddam zombies, what else?!"

The pirate spat at the veteran, before he felt the knife pressed even more firmly on his throat.

"Don't spit at me, you piece of shit."

The pirate gulped at the death tone of Bill, knowing that he wasn't joking about slicing his throat.

"Well...there was a military base here, I was part of a group that soldiers rescued..."

Military? On this island?

Bill thought furiously-

Wouldn't they have knew that we were coming?

"Where's the soldiers then?"

"Some order came from the higher-ups, I dunno, almost all of them left for something, only three of them stayed behind to watch the base...And then we took over by locking them up."

The pirate gave a rather savage grin at the memory of them taking over the base, them being the owners of the island. Even though Bill hated the military and it's methods for the Green Flu, he couldn't believe that people would take over a base that was meant for their safety and not to make the island some pirate haven.

"Well, where is this base?"

"As if I would-"

-smack-

The pirate began before Bill gave a hard slap to his face, motioning him to continue with his knife.

"I-I was going to bring you guys there, you just follow the trail we were on and it leads right there..."

Bill nodded, as his questions were pretty much all answered. There was a military base run over by a bunch of pirates and there were locked up soldiers as well. It would be a perfect place for them to take refuge in, although they would have to get rid of the pirates.

"How many of you are there?"

"Twelve not including me."

Twelve? That might be a stretch.

"I see. Thanks for your help."

And what to do with this guy? It's too much of a risk to leave him here and tell other people about us...

Bill didn't see any choice but to do what he did in the war. He gripped the knife tightly in his hand as he looked at the pirate who seemed to know what he was about to do-

"Huh? Wait! Wait! I thought you were-"

Bill didn't let him finish before slicing at his throat, the pirate opening and closing his mouth with a silent scream on his lips. Blood erupted from the line that Bill drew, the pirate thrashing around in his bonds. Benny had saw the whole interrogation, but turned away from the bloody sight.

It was...different...to see a fellow human killing another, it was nothing like killing an Infected who was a long way from them. Benny knew that Bill didn't have any choice but to do so, but he still didn't want to see the pirate bleeding from his throat. Bill grunted as he sliced the bonds of the pirate for the second time and dragged the body into a thick bush, making sure to kick mud and leaves over the bloody trail the body left.

Bill walked back to Benny-

"Let's shift, don't want to sit next to a corpse do you?"

Benny nodded and used the tree next to him as support to get up. Bill took note of the way they entered the small clearing, making sure to remember where they had left off from the trail. Bill moved deeper into the dark jungle, pausing to clear his tracks with mud or leaves, Benny following suit as he followed the veteran.

I wonder if they made it back to the boat. There didn't seem to be any more of these shit heads or else we would've heard more gun shots...

The old veteran slowly made his way into another clearing, a bit smaller than the other one before, but was just as well concealed. Benny plopped down onto a tree, groaning-

"I don't think I can move anymore."

Bill nodded and sat down beside Benny, watching their surroundings for any sign of intruders.

Benny looked around them, taking note that it was completely dark, with only some moonlight shining through the cracks of the trees. The jungle seemed too silent, too eerie as if something was waiting for them in the dark. A soft wind ruffled past them, rustling the leaves of the trees and shrubs, the only sound around them.

The former college student looked at Bill, taking a close look at how he looked.

He still looks exactly the same...

"What?"

Bill could feel that Benny was looking at him closely, something that made Bill feel a little awkward about. After all, the veteran had spent years in isolation from society and its people. It was only now that he had a group of family that cared for him as much as he did to them, so it came as a surprise when Benny gave him a smile, a smile similar to Zoey's when she was alone with Bill.

"Thanks. You still got the war skills."

Benny reached over and grasped Bill's shoulder in thanks. Bill felt heat rush to his cheeks at the praise from the teenager. He tried to shrug it off, not wanting Benny to notice that he felt embarrassed.

"It was nothing. They should be here soon...I did leave some tracks ever since we left the boat."

Benny looked at Bill with admiration, not thinking that Bill would think to do that when he had a gun pointed at him the whole time while Bill had to carry him at the same time. Sighing-

I have a long way to go before I can do what Bill could.

The teenager didn't really want to just sit and wait for the other three to come. He was sure that Zoey would've noticed the tracks Bill had made, her being pretty much the veteran's protégé from what Benny could tell.

It surprised Benny to see how different Zoey was after not interacting with her for months since the break in college. She used to be so goofy and laid-back as she watched film after film instead of actually studying for her major. And now she seemed to have a more serious demeanor as well as a closed off personality, a complete opposite from before. Benny wanted to talk to Zoey about what had happened after she left for her parent's home, but never had a suitable opportunity to approach her.

He hadn't told anyone his thoughts, not wanting them to think he too nosy or something like that. Zoey always seemed to have something on her mind, even when she was talking within the group. Benny had noticed the way she would stare off into the distance when she thought she was alone.

He didn't really want to bring it up, since he was sure she didn't want to tell anyone about what she was thinking about. Besides, he wasn't in any position to judge Zoey since he was still trying to forget about what had happened that night when Bill and the three of them split up.

And yet he had managed to find Bill and Zoey again after all these months, something he didn't think was possible after all the close calls when he was following them. He hadn't thought the group would be that open to let him join their journey, owing to the fact that Francis did want to shoot his face in after the biker found out that Benny knew their names from all the etchings on the walls of the safe rooms that Louis put.

Benny supposed that he felt happy that he had found a great group of...friends...he didn't really know how to put it.

Louis was kind of like a big brother figure to him, as the analyst seemed to really care about the well-fare of the everyone in the group and was more than willing to make the mood of the group lighter with random jokes. He also seemed like someone you could talk to, as he didn't seem judgmental about anything. Francis was someone who you wouldn't want to talk to unless you wanted a joke or pun thrown at your face. The biker acted on impulse no matter what happened, something Benny learned minutes after meeting him. Benny didn't really know if he hated or liked Francis that much, as the teenager thought the biker was way too immature despite being 30 or 40 years old.

Then came Bill, someone who reminded Benny of his own father. Benny knew that both of them were war veterans, but he also found out that his father had saved Bill back in the war, when a bomb went off right next to Bill's platoon. Benny never really told anyone about his father, not wanting people to pry into his family life. His father was very much like Bill: gruff, silent, and commanding. Ever since he was in middle school, Benny's father would make him go to boot camps, something Benny absolutely hated. It wasn't like he hated learning first-aid or other survival things, but he didn't like the fact that he was forced to go. Although, looking at it now, it seemed to be logical now that they were in a zombie-ridden world. Benny wasn't sure how he felt about Bill. On one side, he respected and admired the veteran's combat skills and the fact that he was a great tactician as well. On the other side, Bill was something like a father-figure to Benny, which he didn't know how he should feel about it, even more so now that Bill saved his life a second time.

He shook his head as he turned his thoughts to Zoey. He had only known her for around a year in college. He, Zack, Chloe, and Zoey, best of friends as they spent all their time together watching zombie flicks. Zoey was the life of the group, always cracking jokes and puns no matter what was going on. He recalled the times he and Zoey spent together making fun of professors and their dreadfully dull assignments. He had a feeling that Zoey liked him, seeing as she would mostly only invite him to her room to talk about anything on her mind. A complete opposite of the girl who used to tell Benny everything that went on in her day. Although she seemed to distance herself a bit when he became Chloe's boyfriend, perhaps out of jealousy or regret.

How much do I care about Zoey? I know I like her, but...I'm not sure if she has the same feelings as I do...

Benny knew that he did. Zoey was resourceful, pretty, and smart but he wasn't sure what sort of relationship he should have with her. After all, they were still survival comrades and old friends who were thrown together after suddenly meeting up at the bridge.

Besides, he didn't want to tread into the group's relationships only after meeting them so soon. Yet what young guy could stop himself from falling in love with a such a girl? It was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing and kissing her, but it would probably upset the group's balance if she became too embarrassed in his presence if he did so, and Zoey would probably smash his face in for doing that.

Benny sighed as he was lost in his thoughts about Zoey. From what he could tell, she only really opened up to Bill, the way she talked and acted around the veteran completely different from the rest of them. Benny knew that their relationship was different the moment he saw them sitting together on the boat, Zoey seeming to place an iron-clad trust in the old man. At any rate, they seemed exactly like father and daughter, but he wasn't sure if Bill or Zoey knew that.

"So..."

Benny wanted to do something else than just ponder about things, trying to strike up a conversation with Bill.

Bill only raised an eyebrow-

"What?"

"Well...when do you think they're going to reach us?"

"Don't know. Just hope that they don't do anything stupid."

Bill wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he had left it back at the boat, not having time when they were being threatened at gunpoint.

Geh. He's not talkative without a cigarette huh?

Benny wanted to talk to him about Zoey, but wasn't sure how far he could take it. The teenager decided to start with something simple-

"How did you meet the Louis, Francis and Zoey?"

"Well, I met Francis almost right after I left you guys, he was on his goddamn noisy bike trying to fight off a mob on his back. I saved his butt and he decided to follow me, saying he didn't want an old codger to walk to the University by himself or some dumb crap like that."

Benny nodded. Sounds exactly like Francis.

"Louis was in an office building right next to the University gate, I think he was trying to jump off the building since there was a whole bunch of Infected right behind him, but he looked too scared to actually jump down, until he was knocked over by them."

Bill grinned as he remembered the biker being smashed to the floor by the analyst landing on him.

"Good thing he landed on Francis."

The veteran continued-

"And we found Zoey screaming from her room window, her room was about to be broken in by an Infected. Good thing she was pretty athletic, she climbed down to us."

"Yeah, she used to take gymnastics, I guess she had to do something other than watching films. But you didn't tell her about us?"

"I didn't want her to worry about you guys...and I thought ya'll would come back..."

Bill threw a glance at the teenager, the latter growing pale at Bill's words.

"I-I see. I guess that was for the best. At least she seems to have toughened up. I didn't think she could shoot that well. She probably never held a gun in her life before this shit happened."

Bill shrugged-

"I taught her myself, although she's pretty hard-headed and stubborn about things."

"Yeah, she's a pretty wild girl. Although, she changed so much these past months..."

Benny wrapped his arms around his legs as he looked at the old veteran-

"She doesn't seem to trust anyone that much anymore..."

Bill raised an eyebrow at that comment, but he did get where Benny was going at. The first time he met Zoey, she had kept to herself, not wanting to talk with any of them, only opening up later in their journey. Even then, she didn't like talking about herself or her past. Benny continued on-

"I mean back then she was a care-free girl, she could talk with anyone about anything, it didn't matter if she knew them or not. It's like she became someone else..."

With a sigh, Benny closed his mouth as he finished his sentence. Bill didn't comment on it, absorbing what Benny told him about Zoey. They sat in silence, each in his own thoughts as the trees ruffled in the breeze.

Author's Note:

In celebration of my 10th chapter, I would like to thank you all who support and read my scribbles of fiction-

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