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Harley D. Dixon 4

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We drive all morning.

The leafy dirt and tilted trees of the quarry crawl past our windows, and they take about an hour to turn into cement roads, gas stations, pharmacies and corner stores with the windows busted out. We're in an empty town, now, trailing the sidewalks like a long line of ants.

At the head of the group is officer Rick's car, leading us left and right 'round the edges of danger and death, 'cause that's what cops do. Behind him is Morales' car. Then, me and my Dad are in the middle, and behind us is the RV. At the back, sandwiching us all together, 'cause he's the only other cop, is officer Shane. His voice crackles up on the walkie every few minutes, goin', everything lookin' good up front, over, which Rick's voice answers, all's good, over, except for that one time, 'cause there was a dead buck blocking the road, and they had to get out and shove it off.

Sometimes we'll get a, Daryl, from one of them, which means, How's Harley, which means, Do we need to pull over and shoot your daughter in the face, and my Dad always answers with a, Keep drivin', and he throws the walkie down like it tried biting him.

Adults like addin' layers onto what they say, 'cause the truth is too offensive to say out loud.

My Dad's watchin' me real close; closer than the road, even. He's chewin' on his thumb.

Things were a little like this when it was just us, in the beginning. All we did for the first three days was drive.

Then, we found these people.

I think about Rick — And how just for one more day, he saved my life.

He split Sophia's Dad in half with a bullet, to keep him from ripping me up. Without him, maybe those teeth in my shoe would'a had one more moment to sink into me, and I'd be dead again, some other way. The only reason I'm able to feel the sun on my skin right now, and listen to the birds as they flutter and chirp on the phone lines is because of Rick, the man who killed my Uncle. I'm half-dyin', and Rick — He's half-good. There might be walker germs inside my body, and they might be squirming their way into my lungs, and my heart, and eventually, my brain, which will turn me into one more dead name the living will have to carry around with 'em, and my Dad will be sad forever, but today, I get to watch the sky pass over us.

That's just enough, I think, for me to only hate officer Rick with half of everything I got.

The walkie chimes.

"Daryl?" It's Rick, again, and I know his police badge is prolly winkin' in the sunlight.

Do we need to shoot your daughter in the face? Did I fail?

Dad snatches up the walkie. He don't like answering the secret question that Rick's askin', not one bit.

"No. Keep drivin'."

He throws it down and goes back to chewin' his thumb, bouncin' his knee, and glancin' at my arm. If he could, he'd blast the music so loud that there wasn't enough space left in his head to think so hard about everything. I go back to watching the clouds pass by, just for today.

We drive all morning, and then after that, we drive all afternoon.

Somebody honks twice, quick. Honk, honk.

That's code for, everybody pull over; something's wrong.

"Stay here, chicken," My Dad mutters, before he hops out. We're in a parking lot for a supermarket.

The adults gather, and the kids are all lookin' at each other through the windows, mouthing what's going on, and frowning. We all shrug.

My Dad comes back a few minutes later.

"Old man says the RV's runnin' on fumes." Dad reports, folding him arms on my window.

"What's that mean?" I ask him.

I can feel nausea spilling in through my stomach; rolling inside my skull, for the third time today.

"Means we're gonna have to stay here for a little bit." He sighs.

The first thing I do when he lets me out the truck is retch my guts up onto the front tyre.

Heads turn, and I know everybody's already makin' excuses in their heads, like I'm just feeling car-sick, but it's just not true. I'm not car-sick. I've been throwing up since yesterday, and everyone knows it, 'cause they watch me like hawks.

My Dad helps me use a spare shirt to wipe my chin clean, and then he sets me up in one of the camping chairs people are pulling out for the long wait. He makes me drink some water, three big sips, and he finds me an apple to nibble on, nagging me to eat as much I can. I hesitate, 'cause it's just gonna end up in another slimy puddle of vomit some hours from now, but I bite into it, anyway.

He tells me to stay put, and then he's leaving with all the other men to search for gas. The women hover around me — Some sitting, some leaning, some standing, but all of 'em starin'. Except for poor, poor Andrea, who's not staring at anything other than her shoes. I feel like Andrea.

More apples and water get passed around.

"Sweetie, I just wanted to tell you I'm so sorry." Lori says to me. "I should have been paying more attention. I shouldn't have let you run off."

I force myself to look at her. "Don't be sorry. It's my fault."

"Oh," She sighs, and she just looks so, so sad. "Please don't say that. It's not your fault."

But, "It is my fault." I tell her. "I ran away."

Carol speaks up. "Honey, what happened was not your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. It was just... a terrible, terrible accident."

Jacqui nods. "Don't blame yourself."

"Rick feels awful." Lori admits. "After Atlanta, after Merle... Now, this. God. He's just so torn up about it."

I shrink into my chair, 'cause I don't wanna hear a single word 'bout Rick, or his feelings. He saved me, but he's not my friend, and I don't have to care about his feelings; especially not when they're about murdering my family. I don't have to care about any of their feelings. I think they're forgetting that I'm also waiting to see if I die. They keep glancing at my skin, my eyes, and my fingers, which aren't twitching, yet — But, so am I. I don't want to die. I want to listen to the birds every day. I want to see my Dad, too. I want to watch the stars at night, and pick out the shiniest one.

"Okay," Is all I can croak out, 'cause there's something very thin inside of me that's stopping me from crying, and I don't wanna break it.

Then — "God," It's Andrea, and she's laughing. "She's dying! The kid is dying, people!"

I whip my head up. The other women gasp.

"Last thing she wants is you people pestering her all-damn day, so just do her a favor and shut your traps."

Everyone is gobsmacked, as Dale likes to say. Their mouths are hanging open, and their eyes are all shifty, like they're lookin' around to see if everyone just heard what they just heard. But, yep, they heard right. Andrea just said the word dying, which is basically a cuss word, and nobody can do anything to take it back.

You can't swallow words you already said. I know that, 'cause I've tried, like the night I told my Dad he killed my Momma.

"Or Daryl's gonna come back and do it for you."

Andrea don't even care 'bout the stares. She goes back to eating her apple.

"I don't think that's appropriate," Lori tells her.

Jacqui sighs. "Let's just talk about something else, y'all, huh? Like, uh..."

"There's nothing else to talk about, Jacqui. We're all just playing the waiting game, here. Whether we talk about the damn weather or not isn't gonna change the fact that we might have to shoot Harley in the face in a few hours."

Andrea's right, and nobody can change it.

After that, all we do is wait, and wait, and wait, for me to start twitching. Nobody likes this game.

To keep busy, me and the other kids scribble flowers and stick-men into the tarmac with some chalk that Carol finds in a trunk, and she makes sure to compliment my drawings way more than the others, even though they're kinda wonky. Carl snacks on some jerky. Then Dale wonders on back, and we get to listen to some more of his poetry book, which has teeny-tiny letters that he needs to put his glasses on to read. It makes him look more like everybody's grandpas than he already does. My Grandpappy Dixon, though — He wouldn't read no damn poetry book. He'd chop it up and use it for firewood, just so he could burn some more poetry books.

We're on a poem about a newborn lamb when the men come back.

They're all carrying jerry cans and plastic tubing and heavy, droopy frowns that mean bad news. Glenn flops onto a chair and when he shakes his head, sweat goes flying off, and his arms are covered in black car soot. Morales and T-Dog pinch and shake out their sweaty shirts.

My Dad stands behind my chair, squeezing onto the muscles on either side of my neck.

"You eatcher apple?" He murmurs to me.

"Yeah," I murmur back, and he nods.

Everybody straightens.

"Alright, y'all." Rick hooks his thumbs into his belt. "At the moment, we're only getting gas from 'bout one outta every fifteen cars we check, which'll have us back on the road in about a couple hours. I'm aware that ain't ideal. I'm aware we're on a time limit, here. But we don't have a lotta options."

"There's space in the RV." Comments Dale. "We could ditch one of the cars; pile in the RV."

Shane tries to laugh. "That's a whole lotta pilin', there, Dale."

Glenn looks like he hates to say it, but, "He's right. We've already got me, Jacqui, Carol, Sophia and Andrea crammed in there."

Dale deflates and goes back to stroking his beard.

"Now, this here's a parking lot, people." Shane announces. "There's cars here. There's gas. We're just gonna have to stick it out 'til then."

There's a general wave of disagreement passing over everyone's faces.

I know what they're thinking.

"Is someone going to say it?" Carol huffs, and nope, nobody's going to say it, so she has to. "Harley can't just, 'stick it out'."

We haven't had a real conversation about this. My imminent maybe-death has only been passed around in whispers and mumbles, like a bad stain nobody wants to hold onto for too long. Nobody wants to mention my weak stomach or just how much I've been hurling up my food, because that way, it can't just exist in the background, anymore. It has to take a front seat, where they can see it; where it's scarier.

As soon as the words come out Carol's mouth, eyes start jumping around, as if it's easier to discuss my death if they can't see me.

"I'm sorry, but that's the reality, here." Carol's taking a page out of Andrea's book. "Daryl, how many times has that girl thrown up today?"

His hands grip me harder. "'Bout... 'Bout four-five times."

"Right. So, I think it's time we throw the possibility of those scratches bein' nothing out the window." She says, grim.

Glenn rubs at his forehead. "Oh my God."

"W— H-Hold on, now." Dale's stuttering, shaking his head. "We can't just diagnose her from— from one measly symptom."

"This doesn't change anything." Shane suddenly argues.

My Dad starts, "The Hell it don—"

"We're headed to the CDC for a cure." Shane talks over him. "We're headed there, and that's it. It's all we can do."

Dale's just totally appalled. "I think there's a lot more we can do."

"That supply run from a few weeks ago," Glenn's frowning, "I brought back some good stuff. Maybe that can... Stave it off."

It, meaning the germs reaching my brain, once and for all. I recall the posters in my old science classroom, where a person's head would be sliced in half and you could see all the brains on the inside, and I imagine that it's my brain, and that there are millions of little ants chewing away at the edge, and then one of them breaks through, 'cause all it takes is one, and they eat my brain from the inside-out like an old melon, then that's the end — I die.

My Dad can tell what I'm thinking, 'cause he's magic like that, and he silently takes my place in the chair, and sets me in his lap. His arms wrap around my waist, and Jacqui reaches over to put her hand over mine.

You can't stave off turning into a walker. You can try — Like, with cables, and apologies — but really, it doesn't work like that. We're all just meat and bones and guts and skin, and rules like dying apply to us, even if we don't want 'em to. We're all just animals, even if we read poetry.

Shane scrubs his face with his hand, and he looks like he really wants to call Glenn a cuss word. "Glenn—"

"It doesn't work like that, I know." Glenn snaps. "You think I don't know that? You think I'm an idiot? You think I wanna watch a kid die?"

Rick pipes up. "Nobody's sayin—"

"'Nobody's saying that', I know," Glenn argues, "But you're all thinking it. What? You don't even want to try?"

"No. It's a good idea." Rick disagrees. "In fact, I'm all for it. Daryl?"

My Dad's gone quiet. He gives a nod.

"Well, then I don't think it's anyone else's decision to make." Rick concludes. "What do we have?"

"Kaopectate, Ibuprofen. Nausea stuff." Glenn lists, calmer now.

"Still stuck sitting on our asses, though." Morales sighs, holding Eliza, who's not full of germs. "Wasting time we don't have."

"CDC's not going anywhere." Jim shrugs.

Suddenly, Dad's not quiet anymore. "How 'boutchu go ahead and share whatcher fuckin' problem is with the class?"

Jim claims, "Don't got one."

"Nah, matter fact," Dad scowls, "You know what? You said my daughter's life ain't worth a few drops of gas this mornin', if I 'memmer right, so why don't you go ahead and shoot a fuckin' hole in yer head 'fore I get up 'n do it for you? Right here, right now?"

Jim's jaw drops. "Woah—"

"Hey — Let's just get back on track, here." Rick holds up his hands, always the peacemaker. "There's no need for this."

Jacqui whips her hand in the air, squinting. "Hang on. What?"

"Yeah," Dad's getting heated; his voice higher. "This fuckin' string-bean bastard, you know what he said to me this mornin'? He said, 'Let's just think 'bout how much gas this is gonna cost us', with some lil' fuckin' smirk, when we were talkin' about savin' Harley."

Jim bursts, "Oh, that's compl—"

Conversation breaks out, but my Dad's shouting over all of it. "Yeah, man! S'what you said, right to my face!"

"That's—" Lori's gobsmacked. "I don't even know what to say to that, Jim."

"H— H-hang—" Rick's trying desperately to squash all this arguing down, but the shouting and the bodies — standing, now — are drowning him. Underneath me, my Dad's legs are jerking up and down, up and down, like that day in camp, 'cause he wants to get up and beat Jim until he's just a lumpy, red smear in the road. Suddenly, there's half a dozen people out of their chairs, forming one hostile voice. "H— Hang on, a secon—"

"You know what," Shane's booming, "I thought there was something off 'bout the way you said that, Jim."

"Is that true?" Glenn's asking, eyebrows screwed tight. "That's messed up, man."

Morales frowns, "Would you say that about my daughter?"

"Calm down," Dale echoes Rick. "Calm down."

"What, you gonna hit me, now? That's whatcher gon' do?" My Dad goads, grinnin', now. "Really?"

"Calm down," Jacqui says.

"Calm down," Lori says.

"Calm down!" T-Dog says.

"Calm down!!" Rick bellows, furious, absolutely furious, and there's a cracking gunshot — a bang — aimed into the clouds, and then silence.

Absolute, total, complete silence. It's so solid that people are stuck in it. So solid that I can hear the bird on the hood of Dad's truck jumping back and forth on its little talons, twenty feet away. It watches, oblivious, hopping and shuffling, until people start remembering to breathe again.

Even Rick is disturbed, and he's the one that pulled the trigger. "That's enough," He exhales, lowering his revolver.

"That's gonna pull a lot of geeks this way." Glenn whispers.

"Good thing we can leave right now, then." Rick pants, and he's staring down Jim, now. What does he mean? Leave right now? But we're stuck here. He said that. His cheekbone looks like an old plum, from where my Daddy punched him a couple days ago, and his eyes; they're piercing, like sharp, blue shards of glass melting under a blowtorch, and suddenly, he don't look like much of a peacemaker no more. "'Cause, Jim, your seat just became available."

His seat? What's that mean? Is he—?

"You're leaving me here?" Jim cries.

"Next bullet's goin' in your leg." Rick tosses the words at Jim, tired. "You doin' this willingly, or not?"

Jim cries out again, and that's how he goes down — He goes down crying and kicking and screaming, bastards, bastards, bastards, but the words mean nothing, and Dale's tryna stop them but neither him or Jimmy are strong enough to fend off four other grown men. I find myself in Lori's arms, right beside Carl, watching with my heart in my mouth, as Shane, Rick, Morales, and my Dad pin Jim down like he's an angry cat, and beat his fighting hands into a long coil of rope that they twist — God, you don't have to do this, please, you don — it tight, and then they anchor him to a shopping cart bay, and they leave him there, with nothing but a jar of peanut butter, a steak knife, an unloaded gun, and their bitter regards.

Dale's blubbering, speaking up for everyone who won't; can't. "This isn't right—"

But they brush past us, into the cars. Rick grabs Lori. My Dad grabs me. Shane starts unloading his Jeep, 'cause we're leaving that behind, too.

"We're leaving Jim?" I shriek quietly to my Dad, who's ushering me back into the truck.

He yanks my seat-belt down. "Ain't our fault," Click. "Fella deserves it."

"But—"

The door slams shut.

"Please!" Jim cries. I scramble to peer outside, and I see him kicking the air. "Please! I'll die out here!"

"If yer smart, you'll cut yourself out with the knife, and you'll ration the jar." Daddy calls out as he hops in the driver's seat. "But it's like I said." Slam. "Bag'a bricks."

"No, no, no! Please!"

More doors slamming shut; engines roaring to life. Rick shouts out the radio channel, again, as a reminder.

I can still hear Jim screaming when we peel out onto the highway.

"Everything lookin' good up front? Over."

A pause.

"All's good. Over."

I never wanted this.

Outside the windows, the sunset is melting purples and oranges all over each other like hot wax, and the tips of wheat fields are whipping past.

There's a long list of things that have happened the past few weeks that I never wanted.

I never wanted to leave home. Homes aren't meant to be left. That's why we got a word for house and a word for home, 'cause they're different. House is the walls and the bricks and the paint, but home is the twenty-year-old sofa that's in it, and the people that have been on it, and the old pictures stuck on the fridge. It's where I made memories in the day and dreamt about 'em at night. It's where I took my first steps, and it's where I cried, and laughed, and broke my first bone, and got my height scribbled into the doorframe. It's where I miss — deeply, like a wound I can't put a bandage on — every moment of every day. It's where I won't get to grow up. I never wanted to drive for days and go nowhere. I never wanted my Uncle Merle to turn into a star. I never wanted a dead man to scratch my own death into my skin, and there be nothing I could do to stop it besides stave it off. I never wanted to die; not yet, not now, not before I could live.

And parents aren't supposed to live longer than their kids. It's just one of them rules that everybody's born knowing.

I think that's why my Dad is cryin' again; crying, crying, crying, and he just can't stop. My Daddy never cries. Toughest man in camp, I'd say.

The common assessment, now, is that I really am infected. I'm going to die.

I remember my Dad's wallet, with all the photos tucked into the sleeves. I remember all the other photos we lost, or left, or didn't think to capture. I remember my last birthday, which was my seventh. Such a small number. Not even all my fingers. Some people get two number-candles on their cakes before they die. I only got one, but that's okay, 'cause I got other things. I got a day just for me, and I got I love you's, wrapped up in pink and even pinker birthday paper, and I got it all even though my Daddy didn't have much money. I got to live. I don't know how many days are in a year, but I know it's a lot. There's even more in seven years. I got to be alive for every single one of them. Isn't that lucky?

We left Jim to die, and I never wanted that, neither. Nobody deserves to die. I don't.

"Daddy, are you gonna leave me?" I ask. Maybe I won't get shot; I'll get left. I don't know which one I'd choose. I don't wanna choose at all.

"God," My Dad snuffles, smackin' away his tears. "Don't fuckin' ask me that."

"I— It's gonna happen, though." The germs will reach my brain, and that'll be it. "E-everyone thinks so. I'm sick."

"Shut the fuck up, Harley." My Dad whispers, and I wish he was singing again.

"Dad—"

"Don't."

"Maybe you should— Maybe you shoot me instead."

"This weren't never supposed to fuckin' happen!" He shrieks, suddenly, and punches the horn. "Fuck!"

Then, right on time, the walkie chimes.

"Daryl?"

Do we need to shoot your daughter in the face? Is it over?

With a rage like I ain't never seen before, my Dad steals the walkie off the dash and smashes it into the horn, over and over again, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, until a piece breaks off, and then another, and another, until the buttons all pop off and the plastic cracks in half, like a broken heart. Then he chucks the whole thing out the window, and it's gone forever, and he sucks in a breath that sounds like a chainsaw tryna start, and he cries.

I feel sick again. My stomach's ballooning up and shrivelling down at the same time, and I'm gonna be sick.

By now, all the cars are pulling over, 'cause my Dad honked the stop, pull over signal ten times over, and then some.

"Daddy, I need to get out—" I'm sayin', gagging.

"Fu— I know. I know." He's sayin' back, and he swerves onto the side of the road, into the wheat.

He leaps out, slams the door shut, and runs around to my side, but by the time he yanks my side open, I've already thrown up all over my feet. I lurch, and then there's more, and my stomach empties again, and there it is — I see the apple, and I see- I see blood, streaked through it, like red-brown poison. I cough more up while my Dad soothes my back and holds my hair out the way.

Then, there's Rick and Dale, standing at either one of my Dad's shoulders.

"Is she okay?" Dale's panting.

"That's it. There you go." Dad beats on my back, and I spit the last of the apple-slime onto the floor. "It's done?"

I murmur a uh-huh, and then I realise what I've done. "I'm sorry."

"Hell you got to be sorry 'bout?" He frowns, still half-crying; still mourning me while I'm still here.

"The— The truck."

"Huh? The tr—?" He huffs, confused, and then shakes his head. "Truck's the last thing I give a damn about."

Rick's tryna put a smile on, but it don't look quite right. "We've got tissues in our car. We can clean it."

I wish they'd all turn away, 'cause it's like I'm naked. My vomit, and the blood, is just sittin' there like a puddle of evidence and dead people germs, for everyone to see. My Dad pulls me out by my wrist, and then we're sitting on the steps of the RV, and he's cradling me, and I'm crying like a baby, and the seven years mean nothin', 'cause I'm zero years old again, like I was in that picture at the hospital, a little pink newborn, so new and alive, and I just need my Momma and my Daddy to kiss it all better again. All I got is my Daddy, now. He's tryin'. But all the kisses in the world won't bring my Momma back. They won't give me another birthday.

"Sh, sh, sh, baby." He's sniffling into my hair, kissing where it meets my skin. "Shhh. I'm sorry, baby. Stop cryin'. Stop cryin'. Please."

But I can't. Not when I'm dying, and I ain't even lived, yet.

Lori and Rick clean the car out for my Dad, and when I climb back in ten minutes later, it's like it was never there, but we all know it was.

We continue driving into the night.

Carl can balance spoons on his nose.

He can also bend his thumb all the way back, twirl a coin like a spin-top, and cross and uncross his left eye. It's pretty cool. Now I know five things about Carl.

"Check this out." He says.

We're sitting at the RV booth, 'cause I get to sleep in here again, tonight. Morales is driving my Dad's truck for us. It's nearly us kids' bed-time, but Carl's trying all this stuff to make me feel better, and his Momma's lettin' him. My stomach's still whirling around, and my eyelids feel bloated, but it's working. I'm not crying anymore, not so much.

"How do you do that?" I giggle, sniffing. He passes me the spoon, and I try copying him.

I wish we had actual toys to play with, but we just gotta make do with what we got.

He shrugs. "I don't know. I just kinda do it."

Lori's chuckling to herself in the passenger seat, next to Dale.

I drop the spoon. This is hard.

"Show me again," Demands little Eliza, who looks far too grumpy for someone so small. "Show me how it works."

Carl's like Glenn — He's a good sport — So, he tilts her head and moves her spoon around until it stays, and she's giggling, too.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

There's more? Just how cool is Carl?

He takes Sophia's spoon, and he takes my spoon, and then he grips them both so they're cupping each other. He shakes them. Cluh-clink, cluh-clink, cluh-clink. Music!

"I need a piece of wheat to chew on or something." He smiles, pulling an uh-huh, look how awesome I am, face. "Cowboys used to play the spoons, right?"

I grin. "You should have a cowboy hat, like your Dad's. Then you'll be a real cowboy."

"And a horse!" Sophia adds.

"And a gun!" Louis snarls, excited.

Lori gives us a sassily raised eyebrow. "Uh. I don't think so."

It's so silly that we all start laughing together. Carl, the spoon-clinkin' cowboy of the West.

"Oh, and did you know—?" Carl's got another trick. He presents the spoon to me, backwards.

My upside-down reflection stares back at me. For a second, I'm curious, but the feeling quickly fizzles away. Is that really what I look like? The little girl in the spoon got blonde hair that's all spillin' out of a rushed pony-tail in shoulder-length strips, and choppy bangs, and heavy brown eyebrows at the bottom of her face. She got one little black mole dotted onto her cheekbone, a fairy kiss, like Momma called 'em, and another one under her nose. She got purple-ish craters above her lids. She got red cheeks. She got a pair of green eyes, blinking at me from her upside-down prison inside the spoon. She's me, but inverted; wrong. I don't like this trick.

The girl in the spoon is frowning.

"What is it?" Carl asks. He pulls the spoon away and inspects it. "It didn't work?"

"N— No." I quickly tell him. "It worked."

"Then, what's wrong?" He asks, but not in the way adults do. There are no layers to anythin' he says, 'cause he ain't learnt to add 'em, yet.

I think of the spoon-girl, and I compare her to my school photo — The right way up; healthy, a neat ponytail.

"I just look so different," I shrug, 'cause I ain't learnt neither.

Sophia looks like a little dolly when she pouts. "Yeah..."

"What's it feel like?" Eliza asks.

She leans forward, 'cause she wants to hear a secret. Am I allowed to tell her one?

Everyone at this table's seen somebody turn before. Sophia saw her Dad turn. Eliza and Louis saw their Aunt and Uncle turn. Carl was there when Amy... I saw a hitch-hiker turn, once. There's not really an exact moment where someone changes. There's no switch. There's only a slow decline, and then a last breath. Then somebody else wakes up, in your body. This is what I say to the other kids. I think they're picturing each step happening to me as I describe them.

Louis goes, "Woah..."

Then, Eliza asks the un-askable. "Harley, you should show us what's under the bandage."

We all look at her. A proposition. We're all thinking, is she crazy, but then I say the un-sayable, 'cause lookin' won't hurt.

"Alright," I murmur, glancing at Lori and Dale. Their backs are turned. "I'll just lift the corner, okay?"

They all nod and lean even closer.

I pick at the edge of the seal, and it burns, just a little, and nope, the adults are still not looking, so I keep peeling and peeling until there's a little hole. We all contort ourselves to peer inside, and I keep going and going, and it's halfway off, now. It's like I'm opening a little door into a different dimension. I'm expecting melting, pizza-cheese skin, and maybe some gross, alien fungus carpeting a layer of yellow ooze, and blood bubbling up under my muscles, and we can almost see the scratches, now, and I wonder if—

"Hey." I whip my head around — we all do, like meerkats — and it's not Lori, or Dale. It's my Dad, coming in through the bedroom door. He's too tired to be proper angry, so he just sighs. "What the Hell do you think you're doin'?"

"Sorry—"

Wordlessly, he comes up to me and sticks the patch back down.

"What's going on back there?" Lori asks. "You guys behaving?"

"Takin' her bandage off." Dad snitches on me.

He kisses me quickly on the hair to balance out the scolding. He's never done that before. Then he pulls a box of pills off the kitchen shelf.

"Time for yer second one of these."

Lori gets up to pour me a cup of water, and Dad pinches my nose, and I swallow the pill in one gulp.

This is what some people would call a last ditch attempt — Racing to the CDC, filling my stomach with Glenn's medicine, and not being allowed to fiddle with the bandage, to stave it off. Rules are just words, but I'm supposed follow 'em, anyway. That's why I say I'm sorry again, but Dad don't like that, either. He says it's bed-time.

"Say goodnight to everyone," He tells me, 'cause he likes when I have good manners.

He grabs my pyjamas off the back of the driver's seat, where Dale's trying not to fall asleep on his face. I say goodnight to the other kids, and Lori, who gives me a hug. Dale calls out a goodnight, too, and he reaches over to ruffle my hair, like a grandpa. Then my Dad tugs me back into the bedroom we spent the last night in. The kids mumble goodnight to me again as I'm dragged away, but they feel a little too much like goodbye.

I hope Carl knows he made me feel better, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Apparently, we're on the outskirts of Atlanta now. When I peek outside, I see skyscrapers.

"We're gonna make it, right? To the CDC?"

I won't run outta time?

Dad freezes for a second.

"I'll drag you all the way there myself if I gotta." Dad says, and I know he's dead serious. Outta Hell on hot coals.

We're not stopping for the night. We can't. The engine's rumbling below me when I hop onto the bed.

My Dad grabs my hair-brush from our back pack on the floor, and he settles himself behind me on the covers to do my hair. My Daddy's a Dixon, and that doesn't just mean that he looks out for me and hates when people see him cry. It means that instead of saying I love you, he'll show me I love you. This is what he's doin' right now, by carefully running the brush through my messy hair, petting my baby-hairs into place, and threading his fingers through it all from scalp to end. He's done my hair so many times that I couldn't count, even if I used all my fingers and all my toes. He'd brush it while I sat in the bath when I was littler, and when he was gettin' me ready for school. He ain't that good at it, 'cause his hands are made for tools and guns instead of little-girl-hair, but that don't matter. The I love you matters more.

After that, he helps me into my pyjamas even though I don't need any help at all, and I realize that he's got that same intense look on his face that he did on that night in the quarry. It's not so much flaming, anymore. It more of a sinking, heavy look. I study it as he wraps me up in my button-up dinosaur pyjama shirt. Does he think this is the last time he'll put me to bed?

"Can you sing for me tonight, Daddy?" I ask, suddenly. If he gets to brush my hair and do my buttons, then I want to hear him sing.

He was just about to do up the last button. He hesitates.

"Yeah." He says. Then, he pinches my cheek, and he finishes looping the button. "I'll sing, little chicken. Lay down."

I burry myself in the thick covers. My Dad sets down his crossbow on the side-table, and shirks off his red flannel shirt, leaving him in a white tank-top. It's warm enough in here that he can do that, and I wish it was his lamb-skull tank-top, the one with all the crumbs, and I wish I still had my Raggedy Anne doll, which Uncle Merle found on the side of the road but I loved with all my heart, anyway, and I wish we were home. He kicks off his mud-caked boots. That's the last step. This is it.

Dad clicks off the lamp.

The room turns dark, and he rolls onto his side, facing me, but on top of the covers. I reach out and touch his mole, 'cause it matches mine. Lots of him matches me. His blonde-ish hair, his thin mouth. If time let me, I might've looked a little like him when I grew older. Then, I touch my name, permanently marked into his skin. Another I love you, shown and not spoken. I wonder if this will be all that's left of me if I don't wake up. He watches me, and I must be pretty interesting, 'cause he does it for a while. It's like when he was staring at my baby picture. He cups his giant hand over the side of my head, and I can feel his thumb wagging back and forth. Then, he starts whisper-singing, and I close my eyes and I imagine home. Home, where I belong. Home, where everyone I love, plus me, are all still alive.

I dream of a tyre swing and baby lambs.

I hear retching outside.

It's so dark I can't even tell if my eyes are closed or not, and my Daddy's already half-way on his feet, but it's not me, this time. I was sleepin', just a second ago. He notices, and then he's just confused. Who's throwing up? The lamp clicks on, and ugh, that's real bright. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Dad's pulling his flannel back over his tank-top. He tells me to stay here, baby, and he grabs his crossbow and hurries outside. I crawl to the window.

We're pulled over in an emergency lane. The headlights are beaming a spotlight onto all the commotion.

It's Carl, hunched. He's throwing up over the guard rail, and Lori's crouched next to him.

Why's he throwing up?

My Dad pokes his head back in, hand outstretched, and he says I'm allowed to follow him outside, so I pad alongside him into the night. We reach the small crowd that's gathered around Carl, and I grab onto one of my Dad's belt loops and hide behind him, 'cause I'm scared. There's this terrible moment where I think that Carl is also bitten, or scratched, somehow, but Rick rips Carl's shirt off and rolls up his shorts, and nope, he's totally clean. Lori feels his forehead. It must be hot and wet, 'cause she frowns, but mostly, they're all just really, really confused. Weird, weird, weird.

"What's goin' on?" T-Dog asks, jogging over from one of the cars.

Dale answers, tense. "We're not sure, yet."

Rick searches for me and my Dad amongst the others. "Daryl, bring Harley over here."

We squeeze past some people and into the light. Dad stands me right next to Carl, and now I'm gettin' spun and poked and peered at.

First, me and Carl's skin is the same blotchy white. Weird. Then, our eyes are the same red. Weirder. We've both thrown up. Doesn't make sense.

"They have the same symptoms?" Jacqui asks.

How could we be the same typ'a sick, if he ain't even infected?

"How could this happen?" Glenn's asking for everyone.

"It can't be anything contagious, right?" Dale guesses. "Otherwise, we'd all have it."

Nobody knows what to do or say, 'cause this is the biggest, weirdest mystery in the world. Rick looks back and forth between Carl and me. Lori does, too. My Dad's got a frown on. But then my Daddy's eyes shift off my face and down to my arm, and he gets an idea and it's a weird one, 'cause he pinches the edge of my bandage, and I flinch, and then all in one go — ouch — he rips it off, just like he told me never, ever to do, and it lands on the road, and there's my arm. The cars fill the silence with hums. Am I dreamin'? Am I really still in the RV, sound asleep? My arm— It's not fuzzy or melting or oozing. It's—

"It's healed?" Rick shakes his head, eyes wide, and he grabs my arm like my Dad, to bring it close to his face.

I can't believe it. My arm — It's healthily scabbed over, with not one skin cell outta place.

I gasp, "Daddy, my arm."

"Am I seein' this right?" Dad asks Rick and Lori, suddenly breathin' as if he's been running.

"It— It looks completely healed." Lori breathes.

Several people come forward to take a look at me. Nobody's quite believing it. I'm not—? I'm not dyin'? Is that what this means?

"Have either of you kids eaten the same thing these past few days?" Asks Shane.

It's a weird question, but I have to answer, so I think really hard and so does Carl. The fish fry? The peaches? The—?

"The jerky!" We both shout.

"The—?"

"Who made the jerky?" Dad's lookin' through the crowd; desperate, not breathing, not yet. "Who was it?"

"It was m— I made it." Glenn confesses, but he doesn't know what it is he's confessing to.

"How'd you make it?" Dad asks, and he's pointing, now. So many strange questions, tonight. "Tell me exactly how you made it."

Glenn stammers, and we all listen to him list his jerky recipe like it's the most important thing in the world. "W—Well, I guess I took that meat you bought back — The possum? — And I don't kno— I sliced it, and then I—" Dad barks at him to tell us the exact thickness of the cut. "I guess, like an inch. Then I smoked it, I guess, on a stick over the campfire. I don't know, man. I—"

"You ain't salted it? You ain't cut the fat off?"

Glenn's lost. "No. No, I guess not."

My Daddy, then, drops onto his butt on the tarmac and he does the most confusing thing. He huffs out a big lungful of air, like he's boutta cry, but he doesn't cry. He starts laughing. He starts laughing, hard, like it's all a giant, funny joke that no one has gotten until now. Rick stands and starts laughing too, but his eyes have gone wet, too, and slowly, surely, everyone else starts sighing and laughing and clapping. Even Andrea's smiling! I'm smiling too, because I feel like I'm allowed — Like there ain't some catch. The jerky. Glenn made botched jerky. All those times my stomach was clenching like a sore fist — I weren't dying. All those times I was hurtin', back at the quarry — It weren't nerves. It was the jerky, messin' up my insides, 'cause it weren't made right. Jacqui runs for the food supply and she comes back with a zip-lock bag full of Glenn's jerky, and—

"God!" Everyone cringes all at once.

It's absolutely covered in mold. It's the worst-cured jerky in the entire world.

"Daddy—?"

"It was the fucking jerky?" Glenn's never looked so happy to be an idiot. "It was the jerky?"

"Fuck. Oh, fuck." My Daddy grabs both my cheeks. "You're fine. You got food poisonin', baby."

"I'm not dyin'?" I ask, just so I can hear him say no again, and then I ask it three more times, just to be sure. My Dad kisses my forehead, and then I'm in a big, strong, hug, and I'm alive. I'm alive again! And I can feel my heart-beat in my chest, and I can breathe, and I can do whatever I want, 'cause I'm alive. All that pacing and worrying and breaking of hearts and grave-digging of old memories, just for it to be Glenn's fatty, unsalted jerky. He's coming closer, now, and my Dad pulls away from me just enough to let Glenn give me a little hug.

He almost killed me. I think that makes us friends, now.

"Hoo! Praise Jesus!" T-Dog hoots, and Carol thinks he's bein' silly, 'cause she slaps his shoulder.

"I'm not dyin'." I laugh.

It's like we've won the lottery. All one camp, all happy, together. Rick grabs my Dad's arm and gives him a nod, a nod that says, It's over now, and my Dad nods back. I think to myself, randomly, that this is what family looks like. None of us were born together, and we ain't even know each other before, but we're all cryin' and laughin' together, and we chose each other. We chose to be scared together, and now we get to be happy, together.

"Man, we gotta keep you away from the food for a while!" Shane's teasing Glenn. "I mean, whoo!"

"I love you, Daddy," I'm suddenly admitting to my Dad, under all the happy shouts, while he stares up at me in the light of the truck.

He says somethin' he ain't said in years. "I love you too, Harley."

I get another kiss on the head, and another hug, and maybe, I'm thinking, this could be home. I might get to grow up here, instead.

I'm alive.

"Somebody throw that damn bio-hazard jerky in the trash!"

Author's Note. Hehehe, that last scene. So much fun to write. Stupid Glenn.

There's actually quite a few lines of foreshadowing in all the chapters leading up to this one. We all knew that Harley was probably going to be fine, but I tried using the food poisoning to keep everybody on their toes. Drama. Gotta have it, hehe.

I really hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you for being here! :)

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Prefix Meanings

Below the cut is most of the prefixes, might add more but im tired aVGHBDS

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Ant: a small busy body

Ash: a grey cat; a cat with a fiery personality; a cat who has walked with death

Aspen: a cat who is protective; a cat with a nurturing or supportive personality

Aster: a patient, kindhearted cat; a cat with a deep Starclan connection

Acorn: a brown cat; a small cat who shows great promise

Adder: a quick, cunning cat; a cat who fights with speed

Alder: a friendly cat; a cat with a deep connection to nature; a cat who helps and supports others

Amber: a cat who cares deeply about the law; a judgemental cat

Asphodel: a cat who has the whole world ahead of them; a cat with many dreams

Apple: a cunning cat; a charming cat

Black: a physically black cat; a cat who is oppressive or intense

Bat: a loud cat; a cat who enjoys the dark

Beetle: a black cat; a cat that perseveres through anything

Bramble: a spiky hearted cat; a cat who does not open easily

Badger: a promising fighter; a hot tempered cat

Birch: a cat who strongly follows the code; a cat who struggles to see the moral grey

Boulder: a cat who sticks their ground; a cat who is an immovable force

Bleak: a quiet cat; a cat who thinks things over intensely; a cat who fades into the background

Bream: a lucky cat; a cat who can see the best in most situations

Blue: a blue cat; an intelligent cat; a cat with a mysterious, if gloomy aura

Borage: a courageous cat; a go getter

Barley: a faithful cat; a cat with mental strength

Beaver: a hardworking cat; a resourceful cat

Bracken: a faithful cat; a cat with a devout personality

Buzzard: a cat that walks the line of reality; a cat with a strong connection to Starclan and death

Brown: a logical cat; a cat that prefers to be alone

Burr: a cat that clings to others; a follower

Briar: a determined cat; a cat with a strong drive

Beech: a knowledgeable cat; a cat who is wise beyond their years

Burnet: a cat with a soft heart; an optimistic cat

Blaze: a cat with a strong fiery personality; a cat that angers easily

Betony: a calm, serene cat; a cat that enjoys helping others

Bee: a busy body cat; a cat that's always buzzing

Bolt: a speedy cat; a cat with poor impulse control

Brindle: a protective cat; a cat with brindled patterning

Blotch: a patched cat; a laid back, calm cat

Bright: a cat with a shining personality; a cat who draws attention

Blizzard: a white cat; a cat with a strong, cold personality

Big: a large cat

Crow: an intelligent, mischievous cat; a loud, outspoken cat

Coal: a black cat; an intense or oppressive cat

Coot: a cat who is faithful to a fault; a cat that sticks to first impressions

Cormorant: a cat who toes the line of reality; a cat who has walked with death; a mysterious, quiet cat

Cinder: a cat that ignites passions; a cat that is rearing and ready to go

Comfrey: a cat that soothes aches; a comforting, kind cat

Crane: a peaceful cat; a cat with a youthful personality

Chive: A sleepy cat; a cat who enjoys lazing around; a laid back cat

Cloud: a laid back cat; a cat who likes to go with the flow

Chicory: a cat willing to leap into situations; an impulsive cat

Cypress: a cat with a strong connection to the other world; a cat that has their own code

Chestnut: a cat with the whole world ahead of them; a cat who supports others; an emotionally strong cat

Cone: a cat who lives in the moment; a cat that will persevere through hardship

Cricket: a sensitive cat; a loud, communicative cat

Cedar: a strong, resilient cat; a noble leader type

Clay: a flexible cat; a cat that goes with the flow

Carp: a cat that will eventually find the right path; a cat that takes their time

Chub: a cat who mellows as they age; a cat who tires easily

Char: a cat who has walked with death; a cat who perseveres through hardships

Cherry: a bubbly cat; a follower type

Chanterelle: a cat who believes their own hype; a cat with a big ego

Campion: a cat born on a full moon; a cat who walks the line of reality

Clover: an industrious, hardworking cat

Carrot: a cat with hidden depths, a jack of all trades

Copper: a copper colored cat; a follower type

Cream: a cream colored cat; a cat with a nurturing personality

Dark: a dark colored cat; a cat who blends into the background; an intense and oppressive cat

Dusk: a cynical cat; a cat who struggles to see the light

Dove: a peaceful cat; a cat with strong morals; a cat who molds the world to their own wants

Dew: a dismissive cat; a cat focused on the material world

Dace: a cat who, once out of their shell, flourishes; a beautiful cat

Dust: a cat who is constantly working to improve

Deer: a quick cat; an intelligent cat; a reactionary cat

Duck: a cat with a strong personality; an awkward cat

Dock: a cat with a prickly personality; a cat with a secret heart of gold

Dawn: a prodigy; a cat who rises early; a cat born in great change

Daffodil: a self-sacrificing cat; a cat who has a bleeding heart

Dandelion: a faithful cat; a supportive presence

Daisy: a gentle cat; a cat who is incredibly proficient when energized

Dapple: a dappled cat; a cat who has multiple faces

Elder: a comforting cat; a cat who stays by their friends no matter what

Evening: a night owl; a cat with a dark pelt; a vast/deep cat

Eagle: an intense cat; a cat who prefers to be alone

Eel: a cat who slinks in the background; a dark furred cat

Elm: a dignified cat; a supporting presence

Ember: a cat with a strong, fiery personality under a quiet exterior; a cat with a lot of hidden energy

Egret: a cat who adores the spotlight

Fennel: a strong cat; a boastful cat

Flint: a formidable cat; a cat with a biting personality

Fly: a small cat; a fierce cat

Fog: a mysterious cat; a cat with a calm personality

Frost: a closed off cat; a cat who doesn’t trust easily

Falcon: a sharp cat; a strong cat; a cat with a cold personality

Flax: a hardworking cat; a soft cat

Fallow: an adaptable cat; a social cat

Fawn: a vulnerable cat; a shy, meek cat

Fern: a cat that walks between reality; a sincere cat

Frog: an athletic cat; a determined cat

Fir: a cat with great potential; a distant cat

Fire: a cat who demands respect; a leader type

Fox: a cunning cat; a fierce cat

Fleck: a cat with a flecked coat; a flighty cat

Goose: a jack of all trades

Gray: a gray cat; a cat with a comforting presence

Grass: a cat who always perseveres; a permissive cat

Golden: a cat with a golden coat; a cat with a regal presence

Ginger: a ginger cat; a cat who puts emotions first

Gorse: an affectionate, loyal cat

Goshawk: a defensive cat; an oppressive cat

Gull: a loud cat; a gossip

Garlic: a cat with a biting wit; a solitary cat

Heath: a solitary cat

Heather: a calm, supportive cat; a protective cat

Hail: an angry cat; a defensive cat; an oppressive cat

Heron: a proud cat

Hare: an alert cat; a secretive cat

Hay: a comforting cat; a busy body

Harrier: a traditional cat; a cat who is routine oriented

Hawk: a fierce cat

Hazel: a peaceful cat; a forgiving cat

Honey: a supportive cat; an optimistic cat

Holly: a prickly cat; a cautious cat

Hornet: an impulsive cat

Hawthorn: an optimistic cat; an emotional cat

Hemlock: a dangerous cat; a cunning cat; a beautiful cat

Hog: a cat who has survived a Twoleg-related incident; a highly intelligent cat

Ibis: a cat prone to perseverating

Ivy: a reliable cat; a cat with strong endurance

Ice: an aloof cat; a cat who does not seem to care for others

Jackdaw: a gregarious, cooperative cat; a cat who likes to help others learn

Juniper: a cat born in a time of war; a protective, soothing cat

Jay: an arrogant cat; a cat whose intelligence isolates them from their peers

Kestrel: a resourceful cat; a skilled tracker

Kite: a great storyteller; a deeply religious cat; a cat who seeks approval from authorities

Lavender: a cat who has walked with death; a steadfast cat

Lilac: an “ingenue”; a youthful, innocent cat

Lichen: a cat who only helps others for their own self-gain; a cat who brokers mutually-beneficial deals

Lark: a playful cat; an exalted cat

Lizard: a skittish cat; a cat who “knows when to fold ‘em”

Lamprey: a cat born in a difficult childbirth; a cat born during a time of great famine

Loach: an industrious cat who buries themselves in work

Leopard: a strong, resourceful cat; a two-faced cat, depending on context; can also be given to a weak kitten to invoke strength

Lion: a noble cat; a lazy, manipulative cat; can also be given to a weak kitten to invoke strength

Lightning: a cat born in a time of great change; a harbinger of greatness

Loon: a prophet

Light: a cat with a bright personality; a cat with great potential

Little: a small cat; a shy cat

Lurch: a cat who has survived a great fall

Mole: a cat who shuns social interaction in favor of hard work

Murk: a cat who has survived drowning; a cat who is easily overwhelmed

Mint: a cat who has walked with death; a virtuous cat

Mist: a cat whose motives are confusing and mysterious

Moth: a cat who is easily distracted; a cat with very specific interests

Mildew: a cat who has survived infection; a cat born in a time of great illness

Minnow: a small cat; a cat who fades into the background

Morning: a cat with great potential; a cat born in a time of great change

Moss: a cat who endeavors to make themselves useful; a cat who others may take for granted

Mushroom: a cat born after the death of a parent; a cat whose birth brings joy in a time of sorrow

Mallard: an arrogant, but goofy, cat

Morel: a cat who is always hungry; a cat who believes in themselves a bit too much

Mouse: a small but hardworking cat

Muntjac: an inconsiderate cat who nonetheless means no harm

Mink: a beautiful cat

Mud: a survivor; a cat who can “pull themselves up by the bootstraps”

Maple: an attractive cat; a cat with great strength; after Mapleshade’s story passed into myth, it is frequently given to cats with justice sensitivity

Marigold: a cat born in a time of pain and loss

Mallow: a cat easily distracted by the sweeter things in life

Mottle: a cat with a mottled coat; a cat who is unsure of themselves

Magpie: a cat who has endured a great loss; a vengeful cat

Merlin: a cat who disturbs the peace

Mistletoe: a cat born in a time of peace and prosperity; a manipulative cat

Night: a quiet cat; a cat born at night; a lonely cat

Nettle: a cat who speaks without thinking

Needle: a rude cat; a cat who hardens their heart

Nightingale: a great speaker

Nightjar: an entitled cat; a sneaky cat

Orchid: a refined, elegant cat

Oat: a cat who appreciates the simple things in life

Owl: a wise cat; a skilled fighter

Otter: a loyal cat; a fun-loving cat

Oak: an honorable cat

Osprey: a ruthless cat; a cat who holds others to a high standard

Onion: a cat with a biting wit; a court-jester type

Plum: a cat who always keeps their promises

Peat: a cat who has survived asphyxiation not caused by smoke or water (quicksand, smothering, etc.); a cat prone to spiraling

Pebble: a small cat; a cat who can do a lot of damage despite their size

Partridge: a cat who has survived a murder attempt; a cat who has been betrayed; a cat who does not trust easily

Pale: a cat with a pale coat; a solemn cat prone to fits of sorrow

Pheasant: a cat who makes poor decisions when afraid

Pine: a philosophical cat; a faithful cat

Pigeon: a pious cat

Pike: a cat who wants to be heard; a sharp, wise cat

Perch: a cat who avoids flashy displays in favor of practicality

Poppy: a cat who is often tired; a wise, laid-back cat

Peach: a generous follower-type

Primrose: an optimistic cat; a cat with the whole world ahead of them; a kind hearted cat

Pear: a friend for life

Pansy: a thoughtful cat; an optimistic cat

Patch: a cat with a patched coat; a cat who endeavors to keep the peace

Parsley: a cat who is the sole survivor of their litter; a lonely cat

Parsnip: a cat who thrives in difficult times, but not so much in times of peace

Puddle: an honest cat; a cat who personifies the phrase “what you see is what you get”

Quail: a gullible cat

Rat: a cat who has survived an animal attack; a hardy cat

Raven: a calculating cat; a ruthless cat

Rook: a cat whose intelligence may prove to be their undoing; a cat who is “too clever by half”

Rock: a large cat; a strong cat

Rain: a cat with a varying personality; a cat with many faces; a cat who can change quickly

Root: a cat with hidden strength; a cat destined to bring forth great change

Rush: a “late bloomer”

Rye: a sinful cat; a cat who walks with demons

Roach: a cat who was brought home safe after an abduction; a cat born into a political climate their parents disapprove of; a cat who can survive most anything

Rosemary: a cat born in a time of grief; a cat deeply connected to their ancestors

Rabbit: a smart but fearful cat

Resin: a cat who prioritizes others over themselves

Roe: a highly spiritual cat

Rowan: a protective cat

Red: a cat with a red coat; a highly emotional cat

Rose: a cat who mostly keeps to themselves, but has a capacity to be very loving

Rust: a cat born after the death of an older sibling; a quiet cat

Robin: a cat who seeks to solve or avenge past wrongs

Sedge: a helpful, friendly cat

Shade: a cat born after a great achievement by a family member; a pessimistic cat

Sheep: a soft-hearted cat

Soot: a fearful cat who clings to loved ones

Spider: a cat born to fill a hole in their parents’ hearts; a particularly determined cat

Starling: a cat who can bring virtually anyone together; a natural mediator

Storm: a cat born in a time of chaos; a pessimistic cat; an unpredictable cat

Shrew: a cat who endures great hardship

Slate: an unemotive cat; a cat with very specific interests; a historian

Smog: a cat who has survived a fire; an oppressive cat

Smoke: a messenger or a prophet; a cat with divided loyalties

Stone: a cat with a “stony” personality; a cat who remains unwavering in the face of change and hardship

Shrike: either a sadistic cat or a cat willing to do what has to be done

Squirrel: an energetic cat; a playful cat

Salmon: a homebody; a cat who clings to tradition and routine

Steam: a cat who is paranoid about hurting the ones closest to them

Sycamore: a cat who gives and gives, often to their own detriment

Silver: a cat with a silver coat; a cat with a flashy personality

Sage: a wise cat; a cat who holds their own opinion in high esteem

Saffron: a highly cynical cat

Shell: a beautiful cat; an optimistic cat at risk of being broken down by the world

Sand: a sardonic cat; a cynical pessimist

Skipper: a cautious, thoughtful cat

Snail: a cat who hides away from the world

Snake: a highly intelligent cat; a playful cat with a love of pranks and jokes

Sparrow: a self-centered cat; a cat who doesn’t always consider the needs of others

Spruce: a cat who walks with the stars; a historian

Slug: a cat who has survived starvation; a cat who does what it takes to survive

Stoat: a cold-hearted cat who nevertheless values their family

Spark: a cat with an explosive personality; a cat who holds strong to their morals

Spindle: a cat who never forgets

Sap: a cat whose walls are difficult to break down, but for whom the process is worth it

Small: a small cat; a steadfast cat

Snow: a quiet cat; a cat who thinks things through before acting

Swan: a fiercely protective cat

Speckle: a cat with a speckled coat; a cat who is stuck in their ways

Spotted: a cat with a spotted coat; a cat who sees things others don’t

Sorrel: an encouraging, kind cat

Stark: a fiercely independent cat

Swallow: a dignified cat

Stork: a nurturing cat

Swift: a fast cat; a cat who overspecializes in one skill to the detriment of others

Snap: a cat who has survived being crushed; a paranoid cat

Tadpole: a small or sickly cat who seems destined to grow up strong

Thorn: a cat who tends to work smarter, not harder

Thistle: a noble, austere cat; a surly cat

Thrift: a sympathetic ear to others’ problems

Thyme: a cat who cannot sit still

Teasel: a morally gray cat; a cat whose motives are difficult to discern

Thrush: a caring cat, a cat who seeks friendship wherever they go

Toad: a grumpy cat; a storyteller

Tiger: can mean either an independent ruler or a brutish cat; can also be given to a weak kitten to invoke strength (has fallen out of use after Tigerstar’s rise to power)

Tawny: a cat with a tawny colored coat; a cat who is unsure of their place

Trout: a cat who fills a common niche, but is still a valued member of the Clan

Tansy: a rebellious cat

Turtle: an emotionally tough cat; a cat who takes their time; an oftenly quiet cat

Tiny: a small cat; a highly energetic or fierce cat

Tumble: a cat who has survived a great fall (archaic); a clumsy cat

Violet: a modest cat; a cat who hides their true self

Vole: a highly empathetic cat; a vulnerable cat

Walnut: a strategist; a highly intelligent cat

Weevil: an unassuming cat with plenty of potential

Wisteria: a friendly, welcoming cat

Warbler: an easily manipulated cat; carries the same connotation that “sheep” carries for us

Willow: a cat born in a time of sadness; a cat who perseveres

Wheat: a youthful cat; an intelligent cat who is “vast/deep”; a calm, serene cat

Wigeon: a talkative cat

Wren: a cowardly cat; a cat who hides from the consequences of their own actions

Weasel: a sneaky cat; a witty cat

Wax: a cat who tries to bring others together

Wasp: a cat with a traitorous parent; a cat who is the product of an affair; a cat with something to prove

White: a white-colored cat; a cat with a calm personality

Yew: a cat born after an attempt on their mother’s life; a cat willing to make the hard choices

Yellow: a yellow-colored cat; a wise cat

Yarrow: a cat born in a time of war; a cat who wishes to help others

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If Spencer is Spider-Man, do you have any ideas on who in the Smosh crew would be certain Marvel heroes?

okay SO. i have been thinking ab this a little bit, bc i would like to expand the spidey au universe to other heroes. BUT im not gonna talk ab what im gonna do with the spidey au (spoilers lads <3). instead im gonna talk ab vibes. who do i think these people could be hypothetically! there's like one spoiler in here but otherwise none of this has anything to do with the canon for my spidey-spencer-verse.

also i wanna say before i get into this - DISCLAIMER: idk jack shit ab comics and i don't keep up with mcu anymore so. we're flying blind baby! i am making shit up as i go!

amanda: @blandview and i talked ab this and i think we came to a few conclusions: either she'd be black widow yelena OR she'd be an anti-hero of some kind. think elektra, think black cat... yeah she's got options.

angela: okay blandview also suggested this one: kate bishop hawkeye. we are taking no criticisms at this time.

anthony: god...... i could go so many directions but my heart longs to make him a villain/anti-hero. he's so morally gray-coded imo. magneto perhaps. other options are loki and wolverine.

arasha: there's so many options here too but i kind of like miss america for her i think!!

chanse: i mean he's miles morales. spencer is peter parker and he is miles morales end of sentence. BUT if i had to pick a non-spidey option, probably wiccan. i wanna give him magic powers so sue me!! oh or maybe iron lad. those are my faves for him

courtney: SO captain marvel coded for many many reasons. like i don't even think i need to explain this one tbh

damien: okay im thinking of making him part of the hero verse in the spidey fic so i am seriously considering this one... on the one hand like. cyclops. he is so classic x-men to me. daredevil could be fun and sexy for him. oh OR the hulk bc he's bruce banner-coded.

ian: so ive got some ops here: to match anthony. professor x. obviously. OR ant-man. do you see my vision. he looks like that.

jackie: scarlet witch was my first thought! mostly bc i could see her tearing apart the universe for love tbh (i did not watch wandavision but that trope sticks with me)

keith: does keith even want to be part of this. no probably not. maybe gambit or star-lord?? i literally cannot picture him doing this non-reluctantly and that's clouding my vision i think DKNGKNGK

kimmy: specifically jane forester thor perhaps. dazzler or jubilee could be fun for her too!!

noah: out of Everyone, noah is voted most likely to be deadpool imo. i could also see him as quicksilver bc little shit (affectionate)

shayne: i mean. thats captain america. look at him. once again i am done speaking thats it.

tommy: god... tommy is the toughest one. he's so normie in a hero world to me. like 'same shit as always' going to work while everyone out there being insane. angel?? he's also kinda x-men coded to me. otherwise....... winter soldier? i'll be real i got Nothin for that one chief.

anyway hope this was not too much of a disaster love ya bye xxx

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And of course you guys are talking about snow and you guys don't have snow here talking about houses and no one in the country have had the houses besides you know me when I lived in fort Lauderdale and

Love you guys talking about the old stereotypes and stigmas you know we can't get help pass the filibuster of of talking to us about a train and in Houston that you're your blacks want to train desperately here or the the Oklahoma thunder teams being the basketball team is being killed because blacks can men complaining... Of how many times do you use different behaviors from from different cities am I experiences the ones that we come in with that I come in with of the behaviors to explain you know to explain someone of using a different behaviors that you guys don't have here again on the beach that doesn't snow... As some filibuster to continue talking to you about something that has nothing to do with me

Right again thankfully you know we said it in baton rouge say that s*** in the city that doesn't have a sign on the street that that I camped out on named Florida of you know... You you can't you take a tee to blame Florida of this rogue f****** family in in Birmingham and and in Mobile and and you know Louisiana you can't get you to blame for of this family of of satellite makers that just want to hurt people about about flashing them with pictures that don't belong to them and and talking to them about things that that have nothing to do with them you guys can't be the only ones in the game you guys can't do that kind of favor most importantly.... Since this is about girls and when I get out of here I will get my antidotes and again what are they going to do when I'm when I refuse to talk about Jacksonville what what are they going to do when I refuse to talk about Pensacola you know you know for us to have called out Dallas every Saturday let me make a woman for throwing me off an airplane baby because this n***** family have run out of state names to use on me or this has run out of state names to use on me of resurrecting the dead of the code name Pensacola....

And and after all you know we did call you guys out you know dear Phoenix and India Oklahoma and dear Omaha was it this peasant ant farm down here on the beach that doesn't snow that ruined the game of of having me outside you know for me to be bleeding and sweating and it for her to needed to see that and the codependency argument continues coming up why the clouds aren't covering the sky of you you needing her to believe that I hate her and eating her to believe that that I'm threatening her.... Yeah we're going to have to go all in and say you know Dallas and Kansas called to cut the eyes out of silent make her women I didn't need to be judging they need to be punished for it...#report of this having me into cities of talking to me of forcing you know you say it's an accident of of my breath of of a gap you know where we're I'm able to speak freely and and freestyle or or speak in tons okay well what whatever you're trying to define accident as but you know for for this to be about girls you know what's going to happen when I go into another city that's a little bit cooler that that's a little bit nicer and I'm able to write you guys off and and continue to play a role... I don't know what it holds for me I mean I don't know how much time I got left but the the filibuster of of you know what you guys are afraid of of Wichita and then you guys are afraid of that crack pipe f****** family in Houston I seem to resonate again of me being able to to sway people to kill your people upon arrival to submit your people upon arrival to have your daughter on their hands and knees and to have your your boys if all that's left for me is it's funny what happened to Oklahoma and Houston's men it was even funnier what happened to Jacksonville's men and continue to make fun of you guys and continue to demand that they take control and and if you come into the cities make you bow down and and make you walk backwards and when they say jump you say how high again if the odds are or against you people and I have nothing else to talk about maybe maybe it's time to align again you know strengthen the depositive energy of of them killing your people upon arrival

Of of some filibuster okay of using another cities behavior and you know we called it in text and I'll tell you exactly what happened you're a black sister and and Columbus and in Oklahoma that kept on teasing her she's going to have to be killed by her sister the other country you know the first time she leaves the first time arriving in that country and she refused to and and the boys you guys have to be killed by your brothers and the other country and and they refused to of every minute you could see it to use you wanted to talk to me about a black girl because you guys can't call out the white hair girls you guys can't insult the white hair boys from from Kansas and Dallas you guys are allowed to make fun of him you guys are allowed to call them out again and you only can call out and make fun of black girls and and black boys okay... Of you guys started talking about you you knew I know the reason and and again this this girl that this city what was at the mercy again doing a favor for for another city in need of of telling me about the other girl that she that you guys are doing a favor for the other black girl that you guys are doing in favor for and and again and in some cases they would insist on I'm telling me the the black girl's brother that you guys are doing a favor for in this country you know 100 miles north of here a hundred miles east of here of of you guys 24/7 using a behavior of that other family that that they didn't have in in Columbus and I didn't have in Oklahoma these small towns again you may have tricked everyone of the size of Columbus by not giving them cars and and the size of Pittsburgh by not giving them cars but I went to Atlanta for mine I went to Washington from mine again it's not the first time I've been in cities where everyone doesn't have a car and then everyone's escorted everywhere they go for them not to see how tiny that that pigeon-sized a****** city is... Of of every minute using a behavior of of someone greater or someone better and another city that that's extorting you guys to do these things to me of 24/7 using a behavior and a picture of mine that I brought in from the cities at that I was in of working with the people outside and 24/7 using other behavior to tell some story just to continue talking to me about something that has nothing to do with me this is something that I can't see outside....

My point is the filibuster of of this is all about you guys receiving better girls you know I'm going to have to put you guys on blast and in Florida make me hear some things and then there should be maybe some reactions to to the the way that you know obviously you know if my brother was here in 400,000 years ago my other brother was here obviously again of putting handcuffs on your people in Jacksonville and in Pensacola in Houston since this is about receiving a better girl since this is about receiving boys and girls from a bigger and better City... Yeah so I'm just anxious to get out of here

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Double feature! The Fantastic Four and… a newcomer?

Technically the first Ant-Man story (1958)

Yeah, yeah, like Anthony Edwards. Didn’t you hear? We pivoted to NBA coverage. Yeah, marketing said there was more opportunity for growth there. *click*

Of course, we are actually talking about Hank Pym, the first Ant-Man. And those…

...do not look like ants. The art better improve on that front before we get more Ant-Man.

There isn’t much to say about this story. Henry Pym (we don’t call him Hank yet), a scientist not in high esteem with his peers, develops a chemical that can shrink objects - tested on a chair - and living tissues - tested on himself, because there were no other living tissues nearby I guess. Also, you know how you experiment with concocting new miracle technologies in the safety and comfort of your own household? He shrinks down further than expected, encounters ants (which despite looking quite similar to the things on the cover, somehow more strongly resemble real ants; possibly a difference in coloration and proportions is sufficient?). An ant saves him from being mired in honey while the rest hunt him down. The same ant later conveys him back up the windowsill so he can douse himself in the enlarging chemicals and return to normal size, so due to the mercy shown him, he vows never to step on another ant again, which is a sweet ending.

The moral of the story is: Henry Pym does judo on an ant. Comics Code Authority-approved.

“The Fantastic Four” (1961, issue 3)

Price increase of 2 cents, equivalent to 21 cents today.

The Fantasti-car, as you may have noticed, looks pretty goofy. In its (meager) defense, I personally find that cars look quite goofy as well - look at one as if you have never seen a car before and have just as little idea of its function as we do the Fantasi-car’s function. Why… why do cars be looking like that? The unintuitive and whimsical nature of the Fantasti-car therefore strikes me as having some “realism” to it.

That doesn’t change that it looks like if 2010s-era Apple decided to make a hovercraft.

The first page reads: THE FANTASTIC FOUR, in… THE MENACE OF THE MIRACLE MAN Can even the Fantastic Four defeat a man who performs… MIRACLES ? ? ?

Yeah, duh, we know the heroes won’t lose. The Comics Code Authority stamp kind of gave that away. However, the Miracle Man makes a compelling case for himself. He is a stage magician who does really impossible things - levitating without wires, turning into a giant, turning into a cloud, summoning lightning, splitting a log in half with one finger while the Thing takes multiple smashes to break an equivalent log… even effortlessly tanking hits from the Thing himself!

The Thing’s rage is back this time, due to the Miracle Man openly insulting the group. So there’s the two trigger buttons: make him face his apparent monstrousness, and mocking him or his friends.

The Miracle Man, being our villain, is villainous. Why, you ask? Because he’s a villain! Villainy reasons; you wouldn’t understand.

Bro there is no way you are keeping this a secret… all those vehicles that come out the rooftop? Nobody ever tracks the F4? I betcha a hero-watcher could make a pretty penny tracking their comings and goings.

I love the “Save this for future reference” - we’ll see if it comes up again later.

The Miracle Man animates a giant prop monster from a movie premiere, uses it to steal millions of dollars of jewelry as well as an “atomic tank”, and beats each of the Four.

Also, the Fantasti-car looks even more ridiculous once it splits into its segments.

It's been showcased in some of the other panels I screencapped already, but the JoJo lighting works just as well in these stories as it does in Araki's work. Fuck, this guy even looks like a JoJo villain, he just needs to hit up a fashion runway.

We get another recap of the F4 origin story, which begins to become irritating if, like me, you are reading all of these back-to-back, but again I understand why the recaps exist.

A third reason for the Thing’s rage comes to light: he’s hot for Sue, and wants her to “look at [him] the same way she looks at [Reed]”. Tragic! But as Johnny points out, Sue never had eyes for him anyways. Glad to see that all these rage buttons are somewhat entwined. What a rich character from this era of comics! Thing is really my surprise favorite.

The foreshadowing of the villain’s defeat is actually pretty good, if you haven’t guessed it yet. However, I would also like to point out: Reedball.

Reed also shapes himself into a wheel for a damaged car, but it isn’t nearly as funny-looking as Reedball.

Now, I’ve been told by Internet Screeds Unlimited™ that in these comics, nobody ever uses their powers cleverly. It’s all either asspulls or multiple consecutive punches. So far, however, this issue has yet to pop up - in fact, the Torch defeats the Miracle Man not by slinging his fire harder than he’s ever slung it before or by pulling a new power out of his ass (foreshadowing) but by briefly intensifying his flame to the point it blinds whoever looks at it. Nifty! And horrible, for anyone in the neighborhood who happened to be watching the fight. Thankfully this takes place in a junkyard, whew!

Hypnotic power is stored in the eyes.

Reed's argument is almost convincing (if we accept that hypnosis can influence people to sense things on the scale that the Miracle Man was using it for, which… there goes a new entry into our Marvelverse physics textbook, I suppose). However, some of his feats are televised - how did he hypnotize the people watching him animate the display monster thru their TVs? Remote hypnosis?! Reed doesn’t seem to consider that contradictory, so maybe Marvel-hypnosis can just do that, but that one feels like a stretch too far. At that point, it’s a better fit to just say this guy has illusion powers that require visual targeting.

The moral of the story is: it’s ok to blind someone if you suspect them of being a criminal. Approved by the Comics Code Authority!

#hrm liveblog #Hank Pym #Ant-Man #the fantastic four #marvel comics #Reedball. I mean seriously look at Reedball.#He seems to've tucked his head inside his body so his taunt must be super muffled #cover scene doesn't happen count: 1->2 #superfluous atomic weaponry count: 1->2

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Revolutionizing Software Development: Understanding the Phases, Lifecycle, and Tools of DevOps

DevOps refers to the combinations of Development and Operational Skills. Basically, to overcome the long, time-consuming process of traditional waterfall models, DevOps are preferred. Nowadays many companies are interested to employ engineers who are skilled at DevOps.It integrates development and operations i.e. it takes a combination of software developers and IT sector.

Phases of DevOps

DevOps engineering consists of three phases:

Automated testing

Integration

Delivery

DevOps lifecycle

DevOps mainly focuses on planning, coding, building and testing as the development part. Added is the operational part that includes releasing, deployment, operation, and monitoring. The development and operational part make up the life cycle.

DevOps team & work style

In business enterprises, DevOps engineers create and deliver software. The main aim of this team, in an enterprise environment, is to develop a quality product without the traditional time consumed.

DevOps employs an automated architecture which comes with a set of rules, a person who has worked as a front-runner for the organization, will lead the team based on the company’s beliefs and values.

A Senior DevOps engineer is expected the following skills

Software testing: The responsibility increases along with coding new requirements to test, deploy and monitor the entire process as well.

Experience assurance: The person follows the customer’s idea to develop the end product.

Security engineer: During the development phase the security engineering tools to be used in the security requirements.

On-time deployment: The engineer should ensure that the product is compatible and running at the client’s end.

Performance engineer: Ensures that the product functions properly.

Release engineer: The role of the release engineer is to address the management and coordination of the product from development through production. Release ensures the coordination, integration, flow of development, testing, and deployment to support continuous delivery and maintenance of the end-end applications.

System admin: Traditionally system admin focuses only on the server running. But DevOps handles the open source pros, passionate towards technology, and hands-on with development platforms and tools. They maintain the networks, servers database and even support.

Usage of the DevOps tools

The Git tool is a version control system tool used to develop the source code by developers and send it to the Git repository and we have to edit the code in the repository.

Jenkins is a powerful application tool that allows the code from the repository using the git plugin and builds it using tools like Ant or Maven.

Selenium is an open-source automation tool. The Selenium tool performs regression and functional testing. Selenium is used for testing the code from Jenkins.

Puppet is a configuration management and deploys testing environment.

Once the code is tested, Jenkins sends it for deployment on the production server.

Then the completion of Jenkins it goes to be monitored by tools Nagios.

After the monitoring process, Docker containers provide a testing environment to test the built features.

Basic technical knowledge for DevOps recruiters:

The DevOps recruiters should follow basic methodologies such as agile, continuous delivery, continuous integration, microservices, test-driven development, and infrastructure as a code.

They must know the basic scripting languages such as Bash, Python, Ruby, Perl, and Php.

The recruiters must know the infrastructure automation codes such as Puppet, chef, Ansible, Salt, Terraform, Cloud formation, and Source code management such as Git, Mercurial, and Subversion.

The developers should study cloud services such as AWS, Azure, Google Cloud, and open stack.

Another skill is orchestration. In programming, to manage the interconnections and interactions among the private and public clouds.

Next one is containers, a method of OS virtualization that allows you to run an application and its dependents in a resource-isolated process, it includes LXD, Docker.

The recruiters should be able to manage multiple projects, simultaneously.

They must know the usage of tools for continuous integration and delivery. Such as Cruise control, Jenkins, Bamboo, Travis CI, GOCD, Team Foundation server, Team City, Circle CI

Testing tools such as Test Complete, Testing Whiz, Serverspec, Testinfra, In Spec, Customer Driven Contracts. Recruiters must know the monitoring tools such as Prometheus, Nagios, Icinga, Zabbix, Splunk, ELK Stack, collected, CloudWatch, Open Zipkin.

In conclusion, DevOps combines development and operational skills to streamline the software development process, with a focus on planning, coding, building, testing, releasing, deploying, operating, and monitoring. The DevOps team is responsible for creating and delivering quality products in an enterprise environment using automated architecture and a set of tools such as Git, Jenkins, Selenium, Puppet, Nagios, and Docker. DevOps recruiters should have basic technical knowledge of agile, continuous delivery, scripting languages, infrastructure automation, cloud services, orchestration, containers, and project management, as well as proficiency in various tools for continuous integration and delivery, testing, and monitoring.

#DevOps #SoftwareDevelopment #Automation #ContinuousIntegration #ContinuousDelivery #DevOpsTools #AgileMethodology #Docker #Jenkins #Git #Selenium #Puppet #Nagios

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When I write Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) lyrics in the margins of my script I do it in a silly way but also in a deeply tragic way. Also ‘We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell-curve now/Ask not for whom it tolls/But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground/And from here you look like ants in a row’ are such Narrator-coded lyrics you won’t believe it.

Also ‘It doesn’t take a killer to murder/ It only takes a reason to kill/ We’ve all got evidence of innocence, it’s ’everything’s coincidence’/The difference 'twixt fate and free will’ is pretty much the plot of the play. So is ‘So you can wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor/Neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door’. Sparkles this is a Laplace’s-Angel-coded play.

YESSSSS love to see it honestly

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I went and did it again! Sorry folks. WIP late day 6, part two of the one I posted two days ago.

Debt (Part 2)

Magpie had already memorized the Lion Queen’s ‘stalking grounds’, a small section of Hawthorn, far away from the conflict-heavy grounds of the Garden Pests and the Ringleaders, but not too far from LAX.

“Probably pick-pocketing the new arrivals and/or getting them hooked on Syrup,” Lily muttered when the techie announced his findings.

“From an objective business standpoint,” Magpie answered, “It’s a sound strategy.”

Harpy rolled his eyes at both of them. “Never mind their business acumen. We need to know what sorts of powers they’ve got.”

Lily huffed at the cloud-haired man. Pouring over dull police reports and sensationalized news articles wasn’t her idea of ‘research’. Cat’s Paw had always teased that she didn’t understand Bureaucrat-ese.

Many more minutes passed, as the wall clock ticked and Swallowtail mindlessly tossed an arrow up and down with its rhythm. Magpie would occasionally call up a crosshairs, preserving a tidbit of information before inevitably flicking it away. Harpy started puffing a thin mist from his nostrils, absentmindedly molding it into various shapes before inhaling it again. Even Lily ended up with a long dead acorn dancing between her fingers as she read report after report about drug dealers and muggers.

In contrast to their restless crew members, Albatross and Midnight Raven both were completely engrossed in the research, only pausing to take notes in pencil on a pad or in the air with a quill, respectively. Lily found herself thinking of the pair as she tried to push past the haze of paranoia the Syrup had given her, struggling to recall their past fights and negotiations.

Raven had always been businesslike and cold in both theaters, fighting for advantage and nothing else. He didn’t hesitate to take an injury if it meant gaining the upper hand, or sacrificing a small holding for a grander prize. Unless it concerned an innocent. She’d seen the Shadowpinner sacrifice a crew member to tip the scales, but never a bystander. There were rumors that he’d stabbed a high lieutenant of the Sawsharks in the chest with a feather for bowling over a construction worker during a scuffle, breaking the civilian’s nose. The man had supposedly turned himself in the day he was able to breathe without a respirator.

Albatross, in almost every way, seemed Raven’s exact opposite, and not just in their color choices. Lily remembered him as talkative in combat, dancing about like the wind despite his size. Red Herring often said that he was the only one that could match them in being ‘hard to catch’ and ‘loud as hell’ both. He’d tried to strike up a conversation with her when the rest of the Murder had left to print the police reports, and though Lily had pushed him away, he still sat next to her by the table. For some reason, behind the paranoia, she knew why he was trying to comfort her. But the Syrup clouded her mind, slowing her thoughts like an ant in tree sap.

Suddenly, Swallowtail leaped up, her hair fanning as arrows manifested in excitement. “JACKPOT!”

She hurried over, quickly tearing the staples holding a packet of paper together. “These are newspaper print outs from around when the Lion Queens first became active. See here, in the classified ads? This one—” an arrow jabbed at small advertisement “—is for ‘Leo Regina Spa‘, and Leo Regina means Lion Queen in Latin! Plus, the address is in the middle of their territory, so it must be their headquarters. It even lists their services as ‘hot stone steaming, deep muscle massages, and herbal treatments’!”

Despite Lily drawing a thorough blank, the rest of the Murder was nodding along as if the ad meant something to them. Swallowtail must’ve caught sight of her face, and she scrambled to explain.

“Oh, right! You don’t know the classifieds code! It’s a gray/black hat thing, but the gangs have adopted parts too. Basically, any crew can take out a classified and put in certain words to send messages to other crews or gangs. In this case, ‘hot stone steaming’ means loansharking, ‘deep muscle massages’ means thugs for hire, and ‘herbal treatments’ mean drugs!”

Evelyn thought she might have overdone it when she saw Lily’s horrified expression. The heroine’s mouth hung open, and one hand twitched towards a nonexistent pocket where, she knew from experience, poison oak seeds usually sat. She’d only seen that look on Lily’s face a few times before, all of them when a villain gang had stepped over the line. Every time, the heroine responded violently.

Without warning, Lily lunged over the table, sending papers flying. Evelyn hit the ground immediately, her chair clattering back, and Lily slid across the piles of print-outs and copies of newspapers. She only made it halfway across when Zachary’s arms caught her in a chokehold.

He dragged her off the tabletop, enduring her kicks and shouts with a grimace. “Let me go, *Shadowpinner*! Let me go! LET ME GO!”

”William!” Raven shouted, dodging her flailing arms, “Help!”

The taller man jumped to his feet, wasting no time grabbing her legs. Victor joined in as well, trying to grasp her arms while avoiding Lily’s injuries. Eventually, she stopped fighting.

“Well then? You’ve got me, *birds*,” Lily huffed, “what’re you gonna do?”

Victor sighed as he spun a cloud to hold her wrists together. “Miss Of the Valley, what do you think we’re gonna do? Sure ain’t gonna leave you in an alley. I spent too much time on those bandages.”

William looked at Lily worriedly. “This must be the Syrup. You wouldn’t normally do this, Lily.”

“Logan?” Zachary asked, trying to ignore Lily’s elbows, “Do you mind keeping a crosshair on her while we go deal with the Lion Queens?”

The techie nodded. Evelyn wouldn’t be surprised if he’d not noticed any of the scuffle, he was so calm. “Sure. Can’t be in my room, though. Too much, uh, y’know. Everything.”

“Where do we put her, then?” William asked, paying no heed to Lily’s squawk at being ignored. “We’ve gotta wait for the Syrup to wear off proper. The garage? The attic?”

Zachary shook his head. “No. Logan, could you get out a map and find 6493 Stanford Avenue? I’m guessing you have no objection to that location, Lily.”

The heroine vehemently shook her head. “Of course not!”

He nodded. “Good. Evelyn, get the station wagon ready. I have to thank you, Lily. Otherwise, I’d never had thought of paying a visit to my old roommate.”

The Murder rolled up to the plain brick building at 6493 Stanford Avenue, sandwiched between an auto repair shop and a truck lot. Lily sat sullenly in the back seat, one of Logan’s crosshairs staring her down, as Zachary walked to the door, pulling up his mask as he went.

A rumpled and bleary-eyed Jamie Jett answered the door, with a far more put-together Oliver O’Connor at her back. “Wha— *Raven*? The hell you doing here at—“ she checked the clock on the wall “—six twenty-nine on a Saturday?!”

Oliver chuckled, not even bothering to hide his face with his mask. “Jamie, anyone else would be awake at this hour. No-one but you goes to bed and five and wakes up at three.”

She grumbled, half heartedly swatting at him with a hand. “Never mind my sleep schedule. I’ll ask you again. What the *hell* are you doin— is that *Lily*?!?”

Zachary sighed. “Yes, that’s Lily London. Yes, she’s in our station wagon. No, we did not kidnap her. No, we don’t want a ransom. She came to us yesterday—“

He didn’t have a chance to finish speaking, as Jamie bolted out the door and started wrenching at the car’s handle. “Let me in, Albatross! Let me in you *birds*!”

Now it was Oliver’s turn to sigh. “She still thinks that’s an insult. I take it that this is serious business?” He gestured at Zachary’s mask.

“Yes, but it will be much easier to explain with everyone together and Ken here to calm down Crescent.”

Both glanced back at Jamie, who was now shouting at Evelyn through the window. The latter was desperately trying to ignore the former, while William struggled to contain his laughter.

Both men sighed in unison. “You’re right. Come on in; we’ve gotta get this all in Jamie’s head before she goes to sleep again.”

Ken was rather surprised to see the Murder in the Wild and Free’s planning room without their masks on, but it was a pleasant surprise. He hadn’t seen Zachary in months.

Lily recounted her story, and besides her trying to play down her lunge at Swallowtail (and Raven’s subsequent dry response), she told everything straight. Jumped by the Lion Queens, let in by Albatross, bandaged by Harpy, and now to be watched over by Magpie as the Murder got even with the gang. But the villains wouldn’t be alone.

“Are we agreed, then?” Zach asked. He looked odd without the beaked mask hiding his mouth and wide black wings framing his face. All of the Murder looked odd without their faces half-hidden, going by first names instead of titles or aliases.

Ken looked to his own crew. Jamie had long stopped sputtering, and was now hugging Lily very protectively, while suspiciously eying Logan’s crosshair. Robin was hugging Lily too, their eyes changing color with every blink. Oliver stood off to one side, and he nodded when Ken met his eyes, ears and tail at rest for once. Ken turned back to his old friend.

“Yes. But we’re still short a few supers, since Lily and Magpie— sorry, Logan, are staying behind. You got any ideas?”

Zach looked puzzled at the question, tapping a finger against his leg. Suddenly, Evie bounced from her spot against the wall, arrows spinning into existence with excitement. “I’ve got an idea! Logan, how many gangs oppose the Queen Lions openly?”

The techie spun up crosshairs in rapid succession, fingers flying faster than they ever did across his keyboards. “A whole lot, but most of that’s on the principle of them being new and the older ones being established. But if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, the Dog Whistles are our best bet.”

As if on queue, all Logan, Evie, and Victor all whistled. Victor even puffed a little mist out as he did so. Zach shook his head with a smile at their antics. “Dog Whistles, eh? You got any debt with them, Ken?”

Ken thought for a moment before responding. “Don’t think so. They’re a bit too criminal for associating with them to be a good business move. But I’m guessing you do?”

A nod. “Quite a bit, actually. One of their co-founders, Bottlenose Timothy Torres, owes Will a car repair, Logan a broken arm, and me… several things. Including backup. More importantly, he hates the Queen Lions with a vengeance. Apparently they got a Syrup hand-off with the Golden Hornets busted by the police. Three capable thugs and one lieutenant gone for twenty years minimum, and a relative paralyzed in the firefight. So he’ll be more than willing to raid the Queens.”

Ken nodded, but some of the Wild and Free weren’t as willing to work with an actual gang.

“The Dog Whistles?” Robin asked, incredulous. “They’re drug dealers! Hitmen! Con artists!”

Jamie nodded in agreement. “They ain’t vigilantes, or gray-hats like you birds. They’re just criminals.”

But as Ken opened his mouth to try and convince them to cooperate, Lily spoke up. “I don’t mind.”

Robin looked at her with surprise. “What do you mean, you don’t mind?”

Lily looked at them, holding their gaze strong. “I don’t mind working with criminals. This is all on my behalf; Zachary said as much. The Lion Queens broke the golden rule, and since I’m not able, you guys are going in my place. But they still broke the rule against me, so I have final say. And I say that I don’t mind working with criminals, if it means getting even.”

Jamie sputtered. “Wha— no, that can’t be how that works, no! Ken, this can’t be how this works!”

Ken sighed. “No, Lily’s right. There’s plenty of precedent for the unable wronged party dictating the actions of those that go in their place. You’re sure you want us to work with the Dog Whistles?”

Lily nodded. “Yes. Anything to get even.”

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The React UI Library Landscape in 2023: A Guide for Enterprise Developers

React has transformed frontend development since Facebook open-sourced it over a decade ago. One key driver of React's meteoric rise has been its extensive ecosystem of third-party UI component libraries.

With thousands of React libraries to evaluate, how do enterprise developers identify the most valuable options? This guide explains why UI libraries are critical for enterprise React apps and highlights the top libraries for 2023 based on real-world traction and impact.

The Power of UI Component Libraries

UI libraries provide several crucial advantages:

Accelerated Development

Like getting a completed Lego set to build a new spaceship rather than assembling each brick from scratch, pre-built UI components allow you to skip repetitive work on buttons, menus, etc so you can focus on your unique product needs. Wired-together elements kickstart development so you build new features faster.

Consistent Look and Feel

Ever notice how Apple products seamlessly work together? From iPhones syncing smoothly with Macbooks, established design systems minimize custom work and provide a unified UI language. Thoughtfully designed components naturally fit together out-of-the-box.

Best Practices Baked In

Vetted libraries incorporate crucial capabilities like accessibility, internationalization, and responsiveness so you don’t have to reinvent the wheel. It's like getting a cake recipe from a master chef versus guessing at measurements.

Cross-Platform Flexibility

Many libraries offer native equivalents via React Native for web, iOS, and Android code reuse. Write once, run anywhere - like magic!

Battle-tested Solutions

Popular libraries represent solutions refined over years of real-world usage, avoiding the pitfalls of a homegrown approach. Why build your own car when you can buy a proven Honda?

Top 5 React UI Libraries for Enterprises

Now let's explore the top React UI libraries for enterprises based on community adoption, documentation quality, and real-world performance.

1. Material UI

Overview: The most complete implementation of Google's Material Design specification in React. Includes all core components like buttons, menus, text fields, grids, and more needed to build compliant Material apps.

With 5M+ downloads per month, Material UI provides everything you need for professional Material Design in React. Like getting a master's toolbox for carpentry, Material UI equips you with meticulously crafted components aligned to Material principles so you can build quality UIs faster.

Key Benefits:

Extremely customizable visual themes let you match your brand identity. Make Material Design your own.

Components rigorously follow Material design standards for professional polish out of the box.

Strong focus on accessibility with built-in ARIA roles, dark mode, RTL support, and more.

Example Apps: T-Mobile, Toyota, IBM Cloud, TripAdvisor, Docker

Learn More: Material UI Documentation

2. React Bootstrap

Overview: A complete rebuild of Bootstrap's CSS framework and components for React apps. Includes all the flagship Bootstrap components like grid system, forms, buttons, navigation, and more optimized for use in React.

If you know Bootstrap, you already know React Bootstrap. Like upgrading your old car with a new engine and accessories, React Bootstrap will be instantly familiar. Modernizes and supercharges your Bootstrap knowledge to build React apps faster.

Key Benefits:

No need to learn new patterns - build React apps with familiar Bootstrap conventions.

Huge time savings reusing your team's existing Bootstrap knowledge and code.

Integrates with Create React App and ReactDOM for painless startup configuration.

Extensive custom theming support adapts Bootstrap styling to your brand.

Example Apps: Twitter, Under Armour, Trivago, Glassdoor, Wix

Learn More: React Bootstrap Documentation

3. Ant Design

Overview: An enterprise-grade React UI library for building elegant, data-rich applications. Offers strong default theme, out-of-box accessibility, and powerful data components like tables, trees, and dashboards.

If Material Design feels too rigid and Bootstrap too basic, Ant Design hits the sweet spot between design-led and developer-focused. Originating from Chinese e-commerce giant Alibaba, Ant Design combines stunning visuals with robust customization capabilities suited to complex business apps.

Key Benefits:

Sophisticated data visualization components for crafting interactive analytics and reporting.

Robust theming customization with variable-based approach similar to SASS/LESS.

Internationalized by default with 30+ language packs available.

Thoughtful interactions like drag-and-drop table rows make UIs dynamic.

Example Apps: Alibaba, Bilibili, Affirm, Grab, PicnicHealth

Learn More: Ant Design Documentation

4. Chakra UI

Overview: A modular, customizable React component library designed for building accessible, lightweight UIs. Components expose style props for complete CSS-in-JS control.

If you value fine-grained control over your UI styling, Chakra UI delivers a lean yet customizable component toolkit. Inspired by sites like Twitch and GitHub, Chakra focuses on flexibility with its modular CSS-in-JS approach while providing tight accessibility compliance.

Key Benefits:

Elegant out-of-the-box theme minimizes need to write custom styles.

Flexible CSS-in-JS styling and component composition enable endless customization.

Focus on accessibility with screen reader support, WAI-ARIA compliance, dark mode.

Components designed for great page performance and small bundle sizes.

Example Apps: LYX, Plausible Analytics, Swapcard, Replit, Figma

Learn More: Chakra UI Documentation

5. BlueprintJS

Overview: A React UI toolkit for the web focused on enterprise applications needing complex data visualizations, tables, charts, pickers and more.

For building dense data-rich interfaces with React, BlueprintJS provides a refined UI palette that looks great out-of-the-box. Originally created by Palantir, Blueprint includes robust support for crafting complex analytical applications with its broad selection of polished charts, pickers, and data components.

Key Benefits:

Elegant visual style language optimized for dense data UIs.

Robust theming and stylesheet customization options.

Components rigorously tested across modern browsers for reliability.

Integrates with React, Angular, Vue, and plain JavaScript apps.

Example Apps: Spotify, Netflix, Airbnb, IBM Watson, CircleCI

Learn More: BlueprintJS Documentation

And So Much More...

While this post covers 5 recommended libraries, there are many more excellent options like React Strap, Grommet, Elemental UI, and PrimeReact. The React ecosystem expands daily, with abundant libraries to enhance your next project.

When evaluating options, consider your constraints around design, speed, platforms, and existing tech stack. Opt for established libraries with growing communities over one-off solutions.

Ready to Build with React?

React UI libraries enable enterprises to build world-class software faster. Hopefully this guide has provided a useful introduction to the React ecosystem and top component libraries for enterprise developers.

Here at FullStackDevelopers.co, we specialize in connecting great enterprises with expert React and JavaScript developers to turn ambitious visions into reality. If your team needs help on an upcoming React project, get in touch to start a conversation and take your skills to the next level. The right talents could be just a few clicks away!

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