The Seventh Card-

The Ten of Spades

Days had passed by. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl.

Life with the Takagi's could almost be considered to be normal. Inside the safe confines of the mansion's walls, there were no threats. If one tried hard enough, they could delude themselves into thinking that everything was as it used to be, before the dead had risen.

There were many people like that here. People that pretended like the apocalypse had never occurred, people that clung to their old lives and their old laws. He could tell that people like them would not last in the new world.

Life before had been dull. At times, he felt like a dead man walking, an empty husk that simply followed a routine day in and day out. In the past week, he felt more 'alive' than he had since that fateful day on the bridge. By being together with everyone, by being 'friends' with everyone, everything wasn't so bland and boring anymore. He didn't know if it made him a bad person or not for being glad that the dead had risen.

When the dead had initially risen; he didn't think much of it. He hadn't given it much care, assuming that nothing would change for him. How wrong he had been.

In one short week, his entire perspective had changed. He hadn't cared for his life, while others were filled with fear at the thought of doom, he was apathetic. But now, things were different. If he were to perish, he would never be able to see any of the people from their merry little group again. The thought unnerved him. He wasn't sure if he liked the feeling.

He had allowed himself become attached. Whether that was a mistake or not, he didn't want to find out. Memories of that stormy night once again began to resurface. He felt his fists clench.

"Mintao, are you alright?"

The concerned voice of his senpai shook him out of his thoughts. He forced himself to calm down.

"I am fine. I was just thinking.""

The purple haired girl didn't seem to buy it.

"Are you sure?" Saeko pressed on, "You've been spacing out like that a lot lately…"

"I am fine."

The girl frowned, but otherwise didn't say anything more as she got into a kendo stance once again. He followed suit. With how much free time they had living inside the Takagi's mansion, they had taken to their old club routine again.

Their wooden swords soon clashed. He quickly found himself being pushed back, and then in a flash, the match was over with a sharp strike to his left wrist. The fact that his wrist wasn't swollen was a testament to his senpai's skill.

"Minato, the first time we met, I told you. In Kendo, one may speak with their sword instead of their voice. Something is bothering you."

So she was going to keep pressing the issue. He should have expected it; the older girl did have tendency to be rather overprotective. He supposed that it was an endearing trait nonetheless.

"…Yes, something is bothering me."

He kept his tone even. Saeko put her bokken on a nearby table before folding her arms over her chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He didn't miss the slight hesitation in her voice. But even so, he still shook his head. It was a topic that he'd rather be left back, deep within the confines of his mind.

"Minato," She began with a tone similar to one used when chiding a younger sibling, "You listen to other people's problems; you even go out of your way to help at times. Yet, when you have problems of your own, you keep everything to yourself."

She was right. But even so, he remained quiet. The topic was a complicated one, one that he wasn't sure even he himself knew the answer to. Even if he were to talk about it, he wouldn't know where to begin.

The two stood in silence. Seconds ticked by which gradually morphed into minutes. Eventually, the quiet atmosphere was broken when Saeko let out a sigh.

"You can be quite frustrating to deal with at times Minato."

"Sorry."

She only gave a rueful smile in response.

He found himself back at the lone cherry blossom tree in the Takagi gardens. With what little he had to do, he found himself spending most of his time sleeping. It wasn't a terrible thing, but it was somewhat bland. Before the dead had risen, he at least had a routine to occupy his time. After they had risen, he had spent every waking moment trying to keep him and his group alive. Now, he found himself with nothing to do for most of the day.

The Takagi's had enough manpower that they didn't require any assistance, so like most of the people here, he was stuck idle. Everyone tried to find things to do, Takashi would practice with his gun, Saya would read books or find pointless things to annoy him with, and Hirano could be seen tinkering with his weapons. He and Saeko had taken to recreating their old club routine. But even with all of that, he and most of the group found themselves left with simply too much time and too little to do.

"Do you always fall asleep under trees?"

He glanced up at the brown haired girl that stood over him and shrugged. He wasn't sure what to think of Yukari Takeba. At first glance, one would think that the girl was a friendly out going individual, a social butterfly that was popular with everyone. Yukari Takeba eluded a friendly persona, and while it seemed genuine, he couldn't help but notice how she seemed to carefully keep everyone at a distance. In a way, it was similar to himself.

He stifled a yawn as he willed his limbs up. It had almost become a routine for them at this point. She would find him resting under the tree and wake him. Then, he would watch as she fired off arrow after arrow into the wooden tree trunk. And today was no different.

"Hey, Arisato-kun," Takeba began as she notched another arrow, "Do you think things will ever go back to normal?"

He blinked once. The seriousness of the question had caught him by surprise. Usually, they would simply divulge into mundane small talk that were of no importance.

"No, I don't think they will."

It was his honest opinion.

The girl let the arrow fly. He couldn't help but notice that the shot was a little too far to the right. Strange, normally the girl was scary accurate with her shots.

Takeba let her bow down and glanced over at him.

"Does that scare you?"

He shook his head.

"You're a brave person then Arisato-kun. It scares me a lot. The dead coming back to life, it's like a nightmare, but real…"

"You are afraid of them?"

She gave a contrite smile, "Of course I am. But they aren't what scares me the most."

He didn't say anything and when it seemed like the girl wasn't going to say anymore, he left it at that. He wasn't one to pry.

She raised her bow again and began to notch another arrow. He couldn't help but notice that the arrow was once again off its mark.

When a school bus had stopped in front of the gates outside of the estate, he had been curious. When the school bus turned out to be the same bus that he had been on a week prior, he had been surprised.

He didn't think much of it when Shidou-sensei stepped off the vehicle and asked for refuge from the outside world. His former teacher had once again demonstrated his silver tongue as the man continued to prattle on about helping the children find a safe place to stay, an obvious ploy to draw sympathy from the Takagi group.

It had been working too, until Miyamoto lost it and snapped. He couldn't say that he was surprised at her outburst; the two were well known for having bad blood between them. What he was surprised about was the fact that the girl was ready to shoot the man over it.

Takashi seemed to have wanted to stop the girl, but his senpai had stepped in the way. Her reasoning for doing so was that Miyamoto had to make the decision on her own. And then Takagi's father had said his piece as well, reinforcing his senpai's settlements. He couldn't help but think about how foolish the whole situation was.

People have been known to kill for less. Her anger was understandable he supposed, in a way, Shidou-sensei had indeed ruined a part of her life. But, was being held back a year really something worth killing someone over? In the past, rules and regulations would have stopped Miyamoto, but now, the ones with the guns had free reign. He didn't miss how Miyamoto's hands seemed to shake as her grip on the rifle tightened.

In the end, the girl had let the rifle fall back to her side and walked away. Takagi's father had laughed before telling the teacher to take his students and leave, that they were not welcome here. Some of the other people staying at the estate had a problem with this, but the Don was the one with all the power and the one in charge. Whatever decision he made was final. He didn't care much for the issue either way.

The matter had been settled and Shidou-sensei and his rag tag group had already begun to mount back on the bus. The Don had begun to usher all of his men back to work and the small crowd that had gathered soon began to scatter.

That was when a bright explosion lit up the sky.

And then, everything went to hell.

He did not know what had happened. The explosion in the sky seemed to have short circuited every single electronic device in the vicinity. His phone, the vehicles, and even a man's pace maker had gone dead.

The worst part of it all was that the bus that Shidou-sensei was operating had short circuited as well. The vehicle soon crashed into the makeshift barrier, blasting a large hole into the wall that the Takagi's had constructed to ward off the dead.

They had begun to wander into the estate. The last remaining gate to hold them off had to be manually pushed into place as the electronic device refused to operate. Even then, those metal gates weren't designed to hold large mobs of people back; the dead would be running it down any moment now.

"Just what the hell is going on…?" Takashi muttered.

"Whatever it was, we're going to have company soon. Those gates aren't going to hold much longer." Hirano replied as he fired another bullet into the horde hovering behind the gates.

"It was probably a nuclear explosion," Saya began, "When a nuclear warhead is detonated at a high enough altitude, it generates an electromagnetic pulse. That's deadly to any electronic equipment."

How the pink haired girl possessed such trivial information was beyond him. It was kind of impressive actually, girl genius indeed.

"Prepare yourselves, they are coming," Saeko uttered in a quiet but tense voice.

And then the gate broke, smashed apart by the horde.

Souichiro Takagi drew his sword.

"Men who can fight, prepare yourselves! We will hold the line! Women and children who want to survive, get in the back!"

The clicks of a dozen different guns could be heard as the men of the Takagi group readied themselves. Swords were drawn, rifles were reloaded, and loud battle cries sounded off throughout the estate.

It was complete and utter chaos. His knowledge of wars was limited to that of books and movies, but if he had to guess, this was about as close to one as he would probably ever get to see in person.

"Takashi! You have your duty to your parents to fulfil do you not? It is time for you to get on your way!"

Takashi had a grim look on his face before he nodded.

"Good! I leave my daughter in your care! Now go!"

"W-what? But Dad-"

He didn't allow Saya to finish as he grabbed her arm and pulled her away. The Don gave him a look of understanding before running after his men into the fray. Gunfire and screams tore through the air behind them.

"Wait, Mintao stop!"

He didn't stop. He kept his grip on the girl's arm and continued to pull her along, keeping pace with the rest of the group as they ran.

"We have to keep going."

No matter how many people the Takagi group had, once the defenses had been breached, there was no holding back the hordes of the undead. It would only be a matter of time.

He didn't think that Takagi's father would want his daughter to stay around for that. He didn't think that he wanted her to stay either.

The Don had been kind enough to provide them with a vehicle for their journey. It was an impressive machine, an eight wheeled military grade buggy. The fact that the Takagi family possessed such a vehicle didn't come as a surprise, with the amount of funds that the family had at their disposal.

The only problem was that the EMP had damaged the engine, and they were stuck waiting while Matsudo-san, a mechanic with the Takagi group continued to fiddle with the machine.

"Almost done, just give me a few more minutes."

A loud explosion rang through the air and he couldn't help but flinch at the noise. It seemed that they were resorting to explosives now. While they were indeed helpful, the noise would undoubtedly attract more of the dead, a double edged sword.

They were far enough away from the battle along with the other refugees that there weren't any of the dead nearby. Nonetheless, most of the people here were still on edge. He didn't miss the way his captain's fingers would dance along the handle of her new blade.

"Are you surprised? It was a gift from Takagi's father."

He blinked. Apparently he had been staring for longer than he thought. It was a magnificent looking weapon.

"It is impressive."

"It is a Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri styled blade. They were popular with generals during the Meiji Era."

He couldn't help but think about how valuable the weapon must have been. For Takagi's father to have just given it away, he must have truly respected his captain's skill with the sword.

Another explosion caused everyone to tense up. More gunfire soon followed. The Don and his men were definitely well armed, that was for sure.

"Arisato-kun?"

He glanced over at the source of the voice. Yukari Takeba stood nearby, her hair was disheveled but otherwise, she looked no worse for wear.

"Are you planning on leaving?"

He nodded.

"We're going deeper into the city to try to find our parents."

To his surprise, Takashi had answered for him. Yukari's eyes briefly widened at the statement before she frowned and appeared to look away. Eventually, after a couple of seconds, she seemed to have found her resolve and turned back towards them.

"I'm looking for my dad as well. Is it alright if I come with you guys?"

Takashi raised an eyebrow before turning to look at him. He simply shrugged. It was already established that Takashi was the leader, the decision lied with the other boy.

"You are… Takeba-san right?"

He raised an eyebrow at his captain. Were the two girls familiar with each other?

"Ah, Busujima-san, it's been a while," Yukari smiled, "I still remember how you completely dismantled my school's kendo team."

"I could say the same for you and your archery skills Takeba-san. Nonetheless, it is good to see that you are well," Saeko responded with a smile of her own.

"You two know each other?" Takashi questioned.

"We've seen each other at competitions," Yukari offhandedly replied.

Another explosion rocked everyone's ears. Just exactly how well armed was the Takagi group?

"Alright kids, the engines good to go!"

And just like the mechanic had said, the engine of the vehicle began to roar to life.

"Uh, well… Takeba-san right?" Yukari nodded at Takashi's question, "If you're fine with going deeper into the city, I don't think any of us have a problem with adding another person."

Takashi glanced over to his captain. The purple haired girl simply smiled in agreement. He just shrugged, if that was what Takashi had decided, then that was that.

It was a tight fit, but somehow they had all managed to get inside the buggy. He couldn't help but wince as Takashi turned the corner and ran over another undead. The boy wasn't exactly the best driver, but at the very least, it wasn't Shizuka-sensei that was driving. He didn't think his stomach could handle any more of that new type of motion sickness torture.

In the end, as they drove away from the Takagi estate, he had noticed that the gunfire had finally begun to die down. Whether that was a good sign or not, he didn't know. Saya herself had been quiet the whole time since.

"Make a right Takashi and we'll be at the freeway," Rei called out.

"Got it!" Takashi yelled back from the driver's seat.

The vehicle lurched to the side once again. He flinched when he felt Shizuka-sensei and her 'assets' barrel straight into his face.

"Ah, sorry Arisato-kun~," The nurse apologized in a sing song voice.

He only sighed in response. Next time, he was going to demand to be the driver.

When the vehicle had finally come to a stop, he couldn't help but let out a breath in relief.

"They're… everywhere…" Takashi trailed off.

He took a look around and frowned. The other boy was right. The dead were marching out of the city in hordes, probably as an after effect of the explosives that the Takagi group had used.

"Well, what do you expect? The EMP took out most of the sounds coming from the inner city. And guess what makes a lot of noise, gunfire and explosives."

He didn't miss the sharp tone in Saya's voice. Those were the first words that the pink haired girl had ushered since leaving the estate.

"Not to mention that we probably have the only working engine on the whole highway. It's not a surprise that they're starting to fester around the area," Saya added.

"Maybe we can drive into the water? Matsudo-san did say that the buggy was waterproof," Miyamoto suggested.

"That's probably a bad idea. I doubt we'd be able to keep afloat with how many people we have," Saya replied.

"Then should we just keep running over them?" Shizuka-sensei asked.

"There's too many of them for that. We'd get overrun if we tried to force our way through," The pink haired girl answered with a frown.

"Then what do you suggest we do?!" Rei all but yelled.

"I've got an idea."

All eyes turned towards the source of the voice.

"Well, what is it Takashi?" Saya questioned.

When Takashi had glanced over towards him with a sheepish look on his face, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sorry Arisato. I just figured since you've done it once before, you'd be able to do it again," Takashi gave another sheepish smile.

He was to act as bait. With the buggy, he would be making enough noise to draw the attention of the horde away from the highway. He didn't have a problem with the idea, as troublesome as it was. The question was why Takashi had decided to tag along.

"I mean, I can't just leave you alone right? Someone's got to watch your back," The other boy replied with a grin.

He eased off the gas once again, to let the horde catch up. Takashi had wanted to drive, but he adamantly insisted on being the designated driver this time. He had already suffered through enough joy rides to last a life time.

"You know, I think we might have picked up a little too many of them."

He took his eyes off the road and glanced behind them. The horde was almost as large as the one that was outside of the Takagi estate. He couldn't help but agree with the boy, perhaps they had attracted a 'little' too many.

"Well whatever, let's just head down to the river now."

He nodded and drove down the hillside. The buggy landed into the river with a small splash, but otherwise held true to the mechanics words and stood afloat. He raised an eyebrow when the horde had moved to follow and promptly begun rolling down the hillside.

"Wait, you're telling me they can use stairs but can't walk down a hill?"

"Apparently so," He dryly replied.

They continued to roll down the hill one by one, some of them even rolled into to each other, ending up tangled in one another's limbs.

"Tch, was hoping that they would stay down," Takashi muttered.

Even with the various injuries that they suffered, the dead were unfazed. They continued to straddle along, until they reached the edge of the river. For one reason or another, they didn't attempt to try chasing them into the water.

He kept his foot lightly on the gas as the buggy continued to drift along. Most of the dead followed along from the river's edge. The constant purring of the engine made sure of that.

Takashi let out a yawn as he leaned back into his seat.

"And now, here's the boring part. Too bad this thing doesn't have a radio."

He couldn't help but agree. He couldn't recall the last time that he gone without listening to any music for this long. He was really starting to regret having to leave that MP3 player behind at school.

They sat in silence as the buggy continued to drift along the river. The only sounds coming from the engines constant humming.

"So-o-o-o," Takashi began, "How'd you meet Takeba?"

"I was sleeping under a tree. She wanted to use it for target practice."

Takashi blinked.

"Is that what you've been doing the whole time? I was wondering where you'd disappear to during the day."

"It is relaxing. And I can hide from Saya."

Takashi gave a sly grin.

"Right, first name basis now huh? You sure move fast Arisato."

"She asked me to, not unlike how you did."

"Right~."

Takashi put a hand on his shoulder.

"You know, I think she likes you."

He blinked. Was that how the girl felt?

"That is… disconcerting to hear."

Takashi raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

"I would not be able to return her feelings."

"You don't like her?"

He frowned. That wasn't the case. He enjoyed Saya's company, like he did with everyone else in the group.

"I… don't understand the feeling."

Takashi frowned as well. The other boy threw his hands behind his head and leaned back on his chair.

"You know, I'm not an expert either. But I care enough about Rei that if it came down to it, I'd give my life for her. Isn't that, you know… Love?"

Takashi was asking the wrong person. Emotions were a topic that he sorely lacked experience in.

"I'd be willing to do that for all of you."

It was the truth. He had no qualms with sacrificing himself for the group. What had changed though, was that he noticed that he was a little more reluctant about dying now. That would mean that he wouldn't be able to see any of them again.

"You know, you're right. I'd probably end up doing that too," Takashi scratched the back of his head.

"Not that I love you or anything," Takashi hastily added, "You're my friend and all but I don't swing that way."

He sighed. Hisashi's jokes continue to prove to be more enduring than the actual boy himself.

They had drifted along the river for a good part of an hour before finally hitting land. Takashi had given him specific directions and he followed them. Eventually, they ended up at a park.

"Drive us right into that fountain, alright?"

He raised an eyebrow but obliged nonetheless. The buggy landed into the fountain with a splash, spraying water everywhere.

"Alright here," Takashi held out a roll of tape, "Tape this onto the gas, it'll keep the engine going."

He had to admit, Takashi had really thought everything out. The buggy would attract most of the dead towards this abandoned area. The boy really did make a good leader.

"The only problem now is," Takashi frowned, "How do we get out?"

He fastened the tape tightly onto the gas pedal. Leaping off the buggy, he could see the hordes of the dead begin to gather around. He fingered the extra magazines in his pocket. He had about two extra clips and his bokken, but against numbers like these, they wouldn't do much.

"We've got to make a break for it before we get surrounded for real. Any ideas?"

He frowned as let his eyes dart around. Only one thing came to mind.

"We have to cut our way out."

Takashi gave a grim chuckle, "I was hoping that you wouldn't say that."

He drew out his pistol and held the bokken in the other hand. Takashi grabbed his shotgun and glanced over towards him.

"On 3?"

He nodded.

"1… 2… 3!"

Takashi took off and he followed not too far behind. He took aim with his pistol and fired into the crowd until his clip ran dry. Whichever ones he missed, his bokken would take of them. Takashi's shotgun did its job and shredded any unlucky undead that got too close.

The guns were useful, but they always drew more of the horde towards them. It was quite the dilemma, either shoot and attract more, or don't and take your chances with a close range weapon.

He grunted as he smashed his bokken into the head of another undead. With a blunt weapon, one would tire easily as it took quite a lot of energy to swing with enough force to split a person's skull. After taking out a couple more of the dead with his sword, he was already beginning to feel winded.

"Shit, they're coming after us…"

Time was a luxury that they didn't have so he continued to run, pushing his body to its limit. Once they had finally made it out of the park, Takashi took a sharp right and he followed behind. He continued to fire shots from his pistol at whatever undead that was in front of them. When he heard the gun run dry, he frowned and holstered the weapon.

"I'm out of ammunition."

"Shit… Alright, I've got an idea." Takashi replied with ragged breathing.

"What is it?"

Takashi fired a couple more shots at the nearby undead.

"You see those stairs? There's a temple up there, let's hide in there until the horde goes back to the park."

He glanced at where Takashi was pointing and there was indeed a temple at the top of the stair case. The problem was that there were also a group of the dead blocking the way. They would have to go through them.

"Shit, I'm out of shells too. Guess we're doing this the old fashioned way…"

Once they reached the stairs, he swung his bokken at the nearest one. Takashi smashed the butt of his gun into another. The dead behind them were catching up, so they didn't have time to fight through each and every one of them.

They decided to take their chances and run past them. One of them grabbed at his jacket, he grit his teeth and quickly pulled himself out of it, leaving the article of clothing behind. When another on top of the stairs lunged at him, he jumped out of the way and pushed it down the stairs.

"Shit! There it is, make a break for it!"

They ran as fast as they could. He all but leaped inside and slammed the door. Takashi locked the door shut with a block of wood. Then, they both collapsed onto the floor.

He didn't think that he had physically exerted himself this much in his entire life. Judging from how Takashi was hunched over, it was probably the same for the other boy.

"Holy shit… We made it." Takashi managed to rasp out.

Once he had finally managed to catch his breath, he slowly stood up. He had lost another jacket and was in nothing but his dress shirt. Said shirt that was also covered in blood, as well as his pants. Another drawback when it came to fighting up close.

He couldn't help but frown, the uniform wasn't cheap. Glancing over at Takashi, he could see that the other boy wasn't doing much better. His blazer was covered in blood, he was lucky that his shirt was already red or the splotches on there would have been all the more noticeable.

The temple shrine room was dark, the only light coming from an opening on the roof. He walked over towards the corner of the room and took a seat against the wall. Takashi reached into his bag and tossed him a bottle of water. He snatched it out of the air and opened it before greedily taking in the liquid.

"We should've brought more ammo," Takashi muttered as he gulped down his water bottle.

He couldn't help but agree.

"We might be stuck here for a while Arisato, I still hear them outside."

He sighed.

Troublesome.

In the end, they had decided to spend the night inside. Traveling in the dark would have been too dangerous. There was little to do inside the small room, so time passed by slowly. He had considered taking a nap, but the wet blood on his clothing made it difficult.

The room had gotten dark enough that it became difficult to see. They only had one candle with them and they had decided to save it until it was necessary. The only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of the trees outside and the groans of the dead.

It was an unsettling noise.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Wet clothing be damned, he'd try to get some sleep at the very least.

When Takashi let out another labored cough, he opened his eyes. Had the boy gotten sick? He glanced down at his clothing and frowned. They had been walking around with wet clothing for a while now, so a cold wasn't out of the question.

Another cough shook him out of his thoughts.

"Takashi, are you alright?"

Another cough.

"I think… I messed up."

He frowned at how raspy the boy's voice had sounded. What was Takashi talking about? He began to get up and felt his way around until he reached the candle. Reaching for the match, he lit it and held the candle up and looked for the other boy.

Takashi was huddled over in the corner with his head down. He walked over and crouched next to the other boy.

"Takashi, what's wrong?"

When the boy lifted his head, he felt his blood run cold.

Takashi had a weary look on his face. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. The red liquid could be seen leaking from his eyes, almost as if the boy was crying.

"Hey, Arisato," Takashi gave a grim smile, "Could you do me a favor?"

Author's Notes-

Apologies for the delay. The chapter was a struggle to write. I ended up revising it multiple times and I'm still not happy with the pacing. Eventually, I just gave up and decided to release it how it is, hopefully it's not terrible. The other reason for the delay is that I've become rather absorbed in writing my RWBY story as of late, so apologies about that.

Anyway, to the reviews-

Yes, I realize that the last chapter was a little short, sorry about that. As I've said, the pacing has been an issue for me. I simply felt like I needed to end it there in order to set up the next chapter.

Croniklerx- Heh, he doesn't need MP3-chan to turn into a real girl, he loves her for what she is! You know, I'm not really sure. On one hand I feel like they'd get along because of how they're both so similar. But on the other hand, Saya kind of has a fiery personality while Mitsuru is a lot more cold, so maybe they would be rivals.

cj1of4- After thinking about it, I doubt I'll introduce anything like that. I wouldn't know how to incorporate it into the story at this point since I've made it so clear that the dark hour and such never happened.

Xoraan- I'm glad you liked the scene, to be honest, I wasn't sure how it was going to be viewed.

gerson- Heh, no guarantees mate.

Hydrocity3- They'll make appearances as either cameos or they'll be apart of the main story line.

WhiteClawRaven- In the end, the battle isn't one for survival, but one for the heart of the our protagonist. Just kidding, heh.

I think that's pretty much it for the questions. As for everyone else, thanks for the reviews. I'll see you all next chapter.

-SFX