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*Outisde the Itaneji cabin, all is quiet. Too quiet. No birds are singing, no zombies moaning. As if Death himself herself has settled upon the lot like the big personification of Death that she is. Those with keen sense can smell blood coming from within, but even an idiot can sense the lingering aura of suffering. To any who pass by it is clear: this is the scene of a trajedy.*