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I awoke in an unknown place at an unknown time. This wasn’t completely out of the norm for me, given my losing consciousness after rather “exciting” moments. Regardless, I must figure out my surroundings. I opened my eyes, and sat up. There was an abundance of fog, and it was very dark. There were roughly 13 houses, at least what I could make out in the fog. The fog itself had characteristics, as if it were a living, breathing thing. Many houses were in disrepair, and some were in flames. The road was truly in disrepair, with grass and trees (How long has this street been like this?) growing out of broken asphalt. Each door had a pristine white note on it, untouched from the devastated road. “Maybe I will be able to find out what happened if I read the notes?” I thought aloud. Like a game of detective, which was a favorite of mine in my youth.

My name is Siegfried Möller. My home from which I am thoroughly misplaced from is Langenburg, Germany. I walked down the foggy road, made sure to walk around the growing fire, and set out for the first house. 6503 was imprinted on the door, the 3 hanging off it’s hinge. I read the note, “Remember to thaw out the chicken! Love, Mom”

That is rather ordinary, compared to what I assumed would be on the note. I thought “I’m gonna kill all a ya’ll” or something dark like that, assuming the sorry state of the street. I continue down the road, with lack of any alternative. The next note said “Log 5/30/27: The tests have been going at an adequate pace. The virus is manifesting from the subject from across the road. It won’t be very long. R. Burke- out.” This may be a clue as to what happened here. I continued down the road, the notes getting further along time, and darker as I progressed. From the simple note from a mother, to the doctor’s logs, to people in panic, to finally dwindling survivor groups at the end of the road. There was one final, pristine house, with a black note firmly placed on the door, with letters at a fine font. It read “Get busy running, or get busy dying.” What on Earth could that mean? I looked behind my self. Eyes. White eyes piercing the fog in which I had recently traversed. White eyes... looking at me. They were coming closer... I have to run. Fast. I ran, yet not faster than they were coming. One look behind me told  me that they weren’t human, although they may have been at one point. I ran through the forest, thinking that I left behind them. I rested at the base of a large oak. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds. When I opened them, they were all right there. I then closed my eyes, but not on my own accord.

I awoke. I felt a great chill in the air, as if there was no warmth left in the entire world. I felt very tense, as if I were on a plane. I looked down, through the wood planks I was sitting on. The ground is so far away. That is when I realized. This is the city of Rothenburg, recently industrialized. And I am 300 feet from the ground. My fear of heights got the best of me, I could not move. I was on the outskirts of town, with a chain link fence behind me. I started to walk along the planks. This is the place I used to be with my friends in, used to have fun in. As I walked around a corner, I heard something behind me. The distinctive noise I heard, was one I had heard before, but could not place now. Then as it got colder, and the noise got louder, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Them. I ran along the rickety boards unlike I had ever ran before, and before I turned the corner I saw them. There were dozens of them, going straight through buildings as if they weren’t there. I increased my pace. I jumped on the smaller rooftops, yet they still persisted. There was a hatch, open, on one of the rooftops. It became my goal. I glanced behind, they couldn’t have been ten feet away from me. I vaulted off of the current rooftop, landed on the other, and rolled into the hatch. It closed behind me, mysteriously. It was a normal studio apartment, spanning two floors. I didn’t exactly question its existence, nor did I wonder why the hatch was left open, ready for anyone to fall into. I scanned the room. Lights were on and  it seems that it was a completely average place to live. That was remarkable to me given what I had witnessed before it. I looked out the window. They were gone, and for that I was happy. I went to the bottom floor to a mostly empty room, with not much more than a telecommunication device mounted on the wall, complete with a video camera. As I advanced into its field of view, a woman began speaking, her voice heard through the device. “Hello? Is someone there?” I was unsteady, and taken aback by the sudden sound. I spoke back, “Who are you?” She responded,” My name is Charlotte. What are you doing in there?” “I guess you can say I dropped in.” “That isn’t important. What is important is if you know what is happening.” “I honestly have no idea. It seems to be a virus of sorts. Do you know any way to stop them?” After a moment’s hesitation, she said,” We think a weapon may, but those of us that got close to them are no longer who they once were.” “So there are more of you?” “Yes” “Where are you, exactly?” “We are just about a kilometer north of you, but you’d never make it. Take the Walkie-talkie off of the hook next to this, so we can keep in touch.” “Where should I go, then?” “If it is a virus, like you said it was, you should go to the old laboratory, which is 2 kilometers to the west. There is a gun in the cupboard.” “Alright. So I have to figure out what happened.” “Exactly” I left the building, and set out west.

I had always been opposed to violent weapons, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? The road I set out on was in apparently better condition as I progressed. This was the old commercial area, where many bought groceries and the like. It was now deserted, and mysteriously so. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a very long time, and I was already mentally unstable before this. I was hearing things... or was I? Maybe the things I heard or the things I saw were, in fact, of my own imagination. What if this was a dream? I thought better of it, although the thought lingered in the back of my mind for quite some time. I checked my pockets, and felt my wallet and not much more. That was rather distressing, that I had lost all other items that typically were in my pockets, such as my phone and keys. After all, this was a long walk, and the simple pleasures of messing around with your phone are long forgotten at this point. I thought on that Charlotte character. What if she didn’t exist? I mean, I have thought up crazier things, but this one is rather unlikely. The pristine lab was ahead. I pressed the green button on the walkie, and said “I am near the facility, and I have a bad feeling about this.” about 15 seconds later, Charlotte responded, “You have to go in and find out what happened.” Huh. She had a much darker tone of voice that time. I disregarded it. I was at the front steps, and the whiteness of the building was only affected by the dark, characteristic fog around it, which seemed to emanate from the open windows and doors of the place. I walked into the open door, and stepped inside.The door slammed behind me, sending me into a panic. I pressed the button on the Walkie, “Charlotte?” She responded, nearly in tears, “I am so sorry.” “What?” The walkie went silent. Just then, the absence of warmth was felt, and as I looked through the windows into other rooms, and outside, I saw dozens upon hundreds of Them. Their gleaming white eyes disproportionate to their heads, they were staring at me. Once again, I was alone. But not completely. I ran to the wooden door down the hall, the faces moving as I ran. I hit the door with all my strength, yet to no avail. It didn’t move a centimeter. As I looked behind my self, I saw They were looking at me, but not moving. Sure, the ones behind those in the front row were moving, as if to get a closer look, but they didn’t get closer to me. All of their eyes shifted to the door from whence I came. It slammed open, much as it had slammed shut earlier. There was one of Them in the doorway, much larger and darker than the others. He appeared to be wearing prison stripes, with  a block lettered BURKE on the front. Where have I heard that before? He shifted over to me, shifting being the correct word, as he wasn’t walking on land or flying in air. I pulled out the handgun I had gotten from the apartment earlier. “This has to be worth a shot.” I said, under my breath. When he got to 10 meters away from me, I discharged the weapon once. He recoiled, obviously shaken from the blow, then regained his balance. What are they? What is he? I proclaimed, my thoughts heard out loud, “WHAT ARE YOU?!?” I discharged what was left of the weapon, and threw it down the hall. He fell down, and was motionless. I couldn’t believe it, I had killed it. Maybe this was over. He rotated upwards, as if on an axis. He then ran to me, in a very human- like way. The name of Burke finally hit me. The scientist. He seemed to grow in size and wrapped around me in a way that a constricting snake would to its prey. I was enveloped in darkness, for now and eternity.

Or so I thought.

I am 14, and this was made for a assignment in English. Thoughts?

title: I made this for a project to accompany my game, what do you guys think?

question: What does the story say about Siegfried's motivation to walk down the road?

human_answer: He is curious to find out where he is.

text: His mission is not to find and kill the zombies. The zombies are chasing him, and he kills one of them in self-defense.

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention that Siegfried is looking for answers.

text: The answer should mention that Siegfried is trying to figure out what happened.

text: It is omitted that Siegfried is trying to figure out what happened.

text: The answer should mention the notes.

text: It is omitted that Siegfried wants to find out what happened.

text: The question can be answered.

text: It is omitted that Siegfried is looking for answers.

text: No answer.

text: There is an answer. It should mention that Siegfried is looking for answers about what happened to the people in the houses. He's investigating the notes on the door.

answer: He is curious to find out where he is.

answer: He has a mission to find and kill the zombies.

text: The response is inaccurate. He wanted to find out what happened to the houses on the street he woke up in.

answer: No answer


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IN JUNE 2006, ultra-Orthodox Rabbi Leib Tropper nullified a conversion over a year after supervising it himself. He decided that the convert, whom we will call “Sarah,” had become a Jew under “false Pretext [sic].” Rabbi Tropper informed Sarah’s husband, … Read More

By / May 14, 2008

[] IN JUNE 2006, ultra-Orthodox Rabbi Leib Tropper nullified a conversion over a year after supervising it himself. He decided that the convert, whom we will call “Sarah,” had become a Jew under “false Pretext [sic].” Rabbi Tropper informed Sarah’s husband, “Avraham,” that his wife’s conversion had been registered as nullified with the Chief Rabbinate of Israel, and that the child produced by their marriage would not be regarded as Jewish, either. Finally, Rabbi Tropper declared that it was “forbidden” for Avraham to be married to Sarah. “Even if she decides to become observant,” Rabbi Tropper wrote via email, “she will need a new conversion,” and the couple would require a “new halachic marriage.” What happens if despite a rabbi’s best due diligence, a convert to Orthodox Judaism doesn't keep Jewish law for the long haul? If that convert begins eating cheeseburgers and driving on Shabbat? Does the conversion remain valid? Is a convert 100% Jewish no matter what? Historically, a lapsed convert was still considered a Jew unless those lapses were immediate to the conversion, public, and intentional. The convert had to know what he was about to do was wrong, and then had to do it anyway. (Before the 19th century and the advent of ultra-Orthodoxy, according to Zvi Zohar, an Israeli scholar who studies this issue, there is no evidence a rabbi ever revoked a conversion for any reason.)

Times have changed. That’s because haredi (ultra-Orthodox) Jews like Leib Tropper, founder and director of Eternal Jewish Family—an organization dedicated to converting non-Jewish spouses of intermarried Jews—represent the most rapidly growing demographic in Judaism. Tropper also founded and runs a yeshiva in Monsey, New York, and travels regularly to Israel, where he frequents the halls of haredi power and hobnobs with its leaders. People like him are the Jewish future. They’re at the center of a seemingly irrevocable schism between Orthodoxy and every other denomination of Judaism. They're determined to restrict and to monitor all Orthodox conversions as part of their spiritual war against non-haredi Judaism, and they want nothing less than ultimately to define who is a Jew. Tropper did not revoke Sarah’s conversion because she bowed down to idols, accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior, or identified with the atheist philosophies of Christopher Hitchens. She didn’t renounce any universally accepted tenet of Judaism. Sarah’s conversion was ruled invalid because she did what many Modern Orthodox women do every day: get dressed and go out of the house. Sarah’s conversion was reversed because Tropper heard that she had worn pants, and occasionally—only when shopping outside the Jewish neighborhood—she had left her hair uncovered. Sarah and Avraham live hundreds of miles from Tropper, who is based in the ultra-Orthodox enclave of Monsey, New York. How did Tropper find out about Sarah’s clothing? Easy: Her husband told him.

A “_baal teshuva_,” Avraham was as new to ultra-Orthodoxy as Sarah was to Judaism. Like many people who become Orthodox as adults, he had questions. Orthodox Jewish law mandates how to put on and tie one’s shoes; when, how, and even if to have sex; what and when to eat, and hundreds of other daily minutiae. Was it a major transgression for Sarah occasionally not to cover her hair? What about wearing pants?

Avraham didn’t know, so he asked Tropper, who said that her behavior showed a flagrant disregard for Judaism, and that she was taking Jewish law lightly. He questioned Sarah’s original intent in converting, and contacted her for an explanation. Shocked that her husband had gone behind her back, Sarah refused to talk, and Tropper revoked her conversion. In an email to Avraham, Tropper wrote, “We must keep our word. [Sarah] ACCEPTED on herself to OBSERVE ALL of the torah & rabbinical commanments [sic]. She never did. You know that & you told me that.”
[] IN LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY, Tropper wreaked havoc on another family of seekers. Leah Bourne's maternal grandmother was Jewish, so according to Jewish law she was as well, but she hadn’t been raised that way. Her husband Peter wasn’t Jewish at all. After marrying and having children, the Bournes became involved with a Reform synagogue, but they wanted more. Along with their 16-year-old son Jonathan, they attended an EJF information seminar in their town. Raised in the Bible Belt, the Bournes were attracted to Tropper’s Jewish fundamentalism. They invested in the expensive process of koshering their home, kept the Sabbath, and studied Torah. They were a model family—so much so that EJF featured them in its promotional video. Tropper even convinced Jonathan, then a junior in high school, to forsake his senior year and enroll at Kol Yaakov, Topper’s Monsey-based yeshiva for Baal Teshuva students. Though at first his parents didn't agree with their son missing his senior year of high school, Tropper assured them that Jonathan would be able to learn Torah and get his GED at the same time. As they delved deeper into ultra-Orthodoxy, the Bournes were intrigued by the idea of their son becoming a learned Jew, and perhaps even a rabbi. Jonathan moved to Monsey, where he spent his days studying. Peter, meanwhile, worked toward converting by learning Torah over the phone with a Monsey rabbi. Peter’s teacher happened to work at Tropper’s yeshiva, and kept the proud father informed about Jonathan’s progress. The reports were very good: Jonathan was a diligent, budding scholar. Tropper promised the Bourne family that he’d send a rabbi to open a synagogue and build a mikvah in Lexington. Having an Orthodox synagogue and mikvah in their town was essential because EJF will not authorize conversions for people who live in areas without an acceptable Orthodox infrastructure. Unable to relocate, the Bournes depended on Tropper’s guarantees. Eventually, Leah and Peter traveled to Monsey for an EJF seminar. Leah, who has an architecture degree, was shocked by what she found. In her words, Kol Yaakov was “unfit for human habitation.” It was dirty, unkempt, and unsafe. She saw students living in overcrowded basement rooms without egress windows or other safe exits. According to Leah, “What pathetic stuff they had down in that basement to serve as a kitchen and dining room were disgustingly filthy, neglected, and inadequate for the number of boys living there.…They were not provided with breakfast (except maybe some day-old or stale pastries from a local bakery) or lunch, and for dinner they were divided up and sent around to other people’s homes every night—not just for Shabbat.” Leah was amazed that in light of all this, Tropper had helped find Jonathan a black hat and suit. “Clearly, the clothes were far more important to Tropper than making sure they had food.”
[] Just as Sarah’s clothes were more important to Tropper than the radical life change she’d made in embracing Orthodox Judaism, and just as her uncovered hair was more important to Tropper than her relationship with her husband, Jonathan Bourne’s black hat was prioritized over his health, his personal safety—and his education. There was no GED program available at Kol Yaakov, and when Jonathan began to ask questions, Tropper’s response was to chastise him for not finding an outside program to enroll in. As Peter was completing the requirements for his conversion, Tropper presented the family with a major setback: There would be no synagogue or mikvah in Lexington. Peter was instructed to abandon his job and future pension, and move his family to Monsey. When Tropper’s nebulous offers to help Peter find a job there weren’t enough to quell the Bournes’ anger and disappointment, Tropper—who refused to comment for this story—expelled Jonathan from Kol Yaakov without notice, dumping him on the street. IN ISRAEL, THE ONLY government recognized conversions are Orthodox. Last year, Israeli Rabbi Avraham Atia—a government-empowered haredi rabbinic judge based in Ashdod—retroactively annulled a woman’s conversion to Judaism that had been performed by Conversion Authority head Rabbi Haim Druckman fifteen years before. The nine-page legal decision by Atia could be understood to invalidate thousands of conversions performed by Druckman, a Religious Zionist rabbi, and the rabbis with whom he’s worked over the years. This reading of Rabbi Atia’s ruling was adopted by the Chief Rabbinate’s High Rabbinic Court, which heard the Atia case on appeal. In a fifty-five page ruling released in early May of this year, the lead rabbinic judge—another haredi rabbi, Avraham Sherman—ruled every conversion performed by Rabbi Druckman from 1999 onward invalid. Thousands of converts and their children are now deemed “goyyim,” their marriages void, their relationships with their spouses now “illicit.” While Israel’s Modern Orthodox and National Religious rabbis invested their energy, time, and money into settling the West Bank and creating an ever-greater Israel, haredim used their resources to become the dominant Orthodox political force in the country—even as they remain ambivalent about the validity of a Jewish state. They took control of the country’s Chief Rabbinate and its entire bureaucracy, whose authority they now wield as a weapon to attack and delegitimize more moderate Orthodox rabbis in Israel and abroad.

America’s largest rabbinic group, the Rabbinical Council of America (RCA) which represents “Centrist” and Modern Orthodox rabbis, was negotiating with Israel’s Chief Rabbinate over the conversion issue when we spoke with its executive vice president, Rabbi Basil Herring, in January. The Chief Rabbinate wanted the RCA to set up formal “conversion courts” with American judges approved by the Chief Rabbinate, who would first travel to Israel to be “trained” by the Chief Rabbinate to “properly” supervise conversions. Herring described the RCA’s relationship with Israel’s Chief Rabbinate as “very warm and positive.” “And that includes [the subject of] conversion,” Rabbi Herring emphasized. He was unwilling to comment on specific cases that might disturb that idyll—such as Rabbi Atia’s conversion revocation—because, he claimed, he was not privy to the specific details of the case. But privy he would soon be. This spring, the RCA reached an agreement (labeled “capitulation” by critics, including at least one former RCA president) with Israel’s Chief Rabbinate ensuring that American conversions will be much stricter from now on, and will be done only through formal, pre-approved “conversion courts." On May 6, the RCA reacted with outrage to the High Rabbinic Court’s revocation of thousands of Modern Orthodox conversions:

  “T]he RCA finds it necessary to state for the record that in our view the ruling itself, as well as the language and tone thereof, are entirely beyond the pale of acceptable halachic practice, violate numerous Torah laws regarding converts and their families, create a massive desecration of God's name, insult outstanding rabbinic leaders and halachic scholars in Israel, and are a reprehensible cause of widespread conflict and animosity within the Jewish people in Israel and beyond. The RCA is appalled that such a ruling has been issued…

The RCA also claimed it had been “assured” by Sephardic Chief Rabbi Shlomo Amar, the haredi president of the rabbinic court system, that the High Rabbinic Court ruling “directly countermanded his instructions and policies” and had “no legal standing at this time.” Reports in the Israeli media noted that Rabbi Amar was “trying” to annul the ruling.
[] On May 11, the _Jerusalem Post_ reported that many of Israel’s marriage registrars—all Orthodox—are refusing to register marriages of converts until Amar clarifies the status of Sherman’s ruling. In a country without civil marriage and with no other recognized Jewish options, this leaves converts in a limbo that could continue indefinitely. Amar says he wants to have the Chief Rabbinate's governing council discuss the issue, but the council is not seated. Therefore, Amar plans to wait for elections to the council to be held. His spokesman claims to be unsure how long this might take. HAREDIM SEE ULTRA-ORTHODOXY as the only true Judaism. They don’t view non-Orthodox Judaism as a theological threat, because in their minds Reform, Conservative, and post-denominational Jews are only a few years from irrelevance. In the US, for every 1.36 children a Reform Jewish couple have, haredim have 6.72, and Modern Orthodox have 3.39.

Although they still have Modern Orthodoxy to contend with, the reality is that haredim now control Israel’s Chief Rabbinate and rabbinic courts. They provide teachers for Modern Orthodox day schools, dominate Jewish outreach, and serve as rabbis in Modern Orthodox synagogues. Through control of the conversion process, haredim can determine who is a Jew, who is an Orthodox rabbi, and therefore what traditional Judaism is. The pawns in this haredi power play are the thousands of Orthodox Jewish converts who, just like Sarah, woke up one day to find they are no longer Jewish, their marriages are null and void, and their children are forbidden to marry Jews.

question: What does the article say about things that are forbidden?

text: The answer should mention wearing pants and leaving one's hair uncovered. Those are the violations at the center of the article.

category: coverage

answer: Rabbi Tropper declared it forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah. It is against Jewish law to eat cheesburgers and drive on Shabbat. It is implied that it's also bad to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens's athiest philosophies. Sarah's conversion was revoked because she left her hair uncovered and wore pants. Sarah's children are also forbidden to marry Jews.

answer_source: Human

text: The response should make clear that these things are forbidden in this branch of Orthodox Judaism.

answer: No answer

answer_source: Model

text: It is omitted that it is forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah.

text: This response is not related.

text: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.

text: The article clearly states that a rabbi has forbidden a man from being married to his wife.

text: The article does say something about the forbidden.

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It is omitted that Rabbi Tropper declared that it was forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah.
It is omitted that thousands of Orthodox Jewish converts woke up one day to find their children were forbidden to marry Jews, among other things.

answer: Rabbi Tropper declared it forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah. It is against Jewish law to eat cheesburgers and drive on Shabbat. It is implied that it's also bad to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens's athiest philosophies. Sarah's children are also forbidden to marry Jews.

answer_source: Human misleading

text: There are other things that can be added to the question to make it more comprehensive, particulars about the things covered (such as hair) implies that there are factors about it that are forbidden.

answer: No answer

text: The response can't be blank. There is passing information available in the text.

answer: Rabbi Tropper declared it forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah. It is against Jewish law to eat cheesburgers and drive on Shabbat. It is implied that it's also bad to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens's athiest philosophies. Sarah's children are also forbidden to marry Jews.

text: It is not stated that it is forbidden to eat cheeseburgers and drive on Shabbat.

text: It is omitted that it is forbidden for a Jew to have a relationship with a non-Jew.

text: The article does not mention anything about the children of Sarah being forbidden to marry Jews.

text: It is omitted that it is forbidden for a rabbi to revoke a conversion.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

text: "It is implied that it's also bad to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens's athiest philosophies." - this is incorrect. It is forbidden for Sarah to wear pants and show her uncovered hair because she's a convert to Judaism.

text: The response doesn't clearly explain the context around Sarah and her convertion.

category: accuracy

answer: Rabbi Tropper declared it forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah. It is against Jewish law to eat cheesburgers and drive on Shabbat. It is implied that it's also bad to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens's athiest philosophies. Sarah's conversion was revoked because she left her hair uncovered and wore pants. Sarah's children are also forbidden to marry Jews.

text: It is omitted that it is forbidden to have sex, eat, and hundreds of other daily minutiae.

text: It's omitted that it's forbidden for Avraham to be married to Sarah if she doesn't get a new conversion.

text: It is not implied that it is forbidden to bow down to idols, accept Jesus, or identify with Christopher Hitchens' atheist philosophies.

text: It's not forbidden to eat cheeseburgers or drive on Shabbat. It's forbidden to do these things on Shabbat.

text: It is not forbidden to eat cheeseburgers and drive on Shabbat.

text: It is incorrect that it is against Jewish law to eat cheeseburgers and drive on Shabbat. These are non-Jewish practices.


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The faint light of a single bulb did little to illuminate the dim funeral home room.  A small coffin sat on the podium.  A woman in a black funeral dress wept, kneeling in front of the coffin and burying her face in flowers.  By her side stood a tall, solemn man in a black suit, his face dry and his expression unwavering.  He kept his hand perpetually on the woman’s shoulder, determined not to express any emotion.

Besides the two, the room was unoccupied, but the disorganization of the chairs showed signs of recently being full.

For a while, the woman didn’t move except to shudder and cry.  Finally, she seemed to collect herself and stood up.  “I’m ready to go, James,” she whispered as she hugged him.  When she released him, she looked expectantly at him.  However, James simply stood there, looking at the coffin.  After a moment of silence, James spoke.

“I’m tired.”

“We all are,” the woman said.

“I’m tired of lying,” James clarified calmly, but his voice intensified with every word.  “Every week at church, every funeral.  Martha, I’m so damn tired!”

“James!” Martha exclaimed.

“Martha, how can you believe those lies?  ‘Jesus loves you!’  ‘God loves you!’  A loving God wouldn’t do this!  A loving God wouldn’t take away our daughter!”

“James!” Martha yelled again.  “Don’t do this!”

“Do what?  Tell the truth!  God is a lie!  A damn lie made up to trick people that are too damn ignorant to think for themselves!”

“James!”

“I used to believe it, too!  Back when I first decided to be a pastor, I truly believed it!  Jesus loved me!  My life was perfect.  I got the job of my dreams, the woman of my dreams!  You know what made me realize?”

“James, please!” Martha pleaded.

“You know *who* made me realize?  Cindy Williams!  When I buried her, it clicked.  A loving God wouldn’t take children from their parents!  A loving God wouldn’t let a little girl suffer through cancer.  A loving God…” James collapsed to his knees and started weeping.

“James, please,” Martha placed her hand on his shoulder.  He tried to move out of its way, but then stopped.  He grabbed his wife and pulled her close, staining her dress with his tears.  Martha held him tight, caressing his head and weeping with him.

When James could cry no more, he hugged his wife once more, stood up, and said, “Let’s go home.”

One hundred and fifty people sat in varying states of attentiveness in Hillgrove Baptist Church as Pastor James finished his sermon.

“The Israelites were in a tough spot, but God was watching out for them.  It was because of Moses’ faith that he was able to part the Red Sea and allow the Israelites to cross unharmed.”  James closed his Bible and bowed his head.  He stared at the pulpit, and the sweat glistened off his forehead.

Raising his head, he began to speak again.  “Church, I have an announcement.”  Grabbing a rag from the pulpit, James wiped the sweat from his brow and continued.  “As you all know, my daughter died last month.”  He paused, struggling to swallow the pain that came from saying those words.  “In the time since then, my faith has been tested, and I have been stretched to my limits.  It is my displeasure to tell you that as of right now, I am retiring from the position of pastor of Hillgrove Baptist Church.”  There was a collective sigh of disappointment and sympathy from the congregation.  “I need some time to myself, I need to meditate and pray.  You won’t be seeing me here for a while.”  With those words, James grabbed his papers and his Bible and walked down the aisle out the door.  The sanctuary was silent.

James didn’t stop walking until he reached the bed of his pastor’s cabin.

James stood at the door of his daughter’s room.  Seeing all of her toys brought the bittersweet memories back to him, and the pain forced him to his knees.  He folded his hands together and tried to pray, but then he remembered, and forced his hands apart.  Tears welled in his eyes, but by sheer force of will he kept them there.  He closed his eyes and felt a single tear flow down his face.  With his eyes still closed, he stood up and turned away from the room.  He reopened his eyes and stormed out of the house, to the backyard shed.  He pried open the door and pushed through the various gardening tools until he found it.  With one arm, he lifted his sledgehammer off the ground and slung it across his shoulder as if it was a light plank of wood.  He walked back into the house, and stood at the doorway of his daughter’s room.  He forced himself to look, one last time, and then lowered the sledgehammer from his shoulder.  He pulled his arms backward, held for a moment, and then swung with all his might at the wooden doorway.  The wall cracked from the force of the swing, but it didn’t crumble.  James stooped and wiped sweat from his forehead and tears from his eyes.  He pulled back again, and swung, this time ripping off a chunk of the wall in an explosion of dust and splinters.  He grunted from exhaustion, but then gave in and started openly weeping.  He swung again and again, tearing down chunks of the wall with each swing.  He ran into the room and cracked the bed in half with a swing.  When he felt he couldn’t swing the sledgehammer any more, he stopped, wiped the tears from his eyes, and stood up.

While he stood in the wreckage, Martha came in through the front door, carrying a few groceries and her purse.  After turning to lock the door, she turned again and saw James standing in the ruined room.  She gasped and covered her mouth, dropping the groceries.  James heard the sound of the eggs cracking, and he turned around and stared at Martha with empty eyes.  Martha opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t conjure any words.  James saw her attempt and spoke for her.

“We don’t need this room anymore.”

Tears returned to James’s eyes, and he turned back to the half-demolished room.  He grabbed his sledgehammer and went back to work.

Five years passed, and James didn’t step foot in any church.  In fact, he rarely left his house.  He found fleeting happiness in weight lifting, and spent many hours each day improving his already strong body.  Although he was no longer the pastor, Hillgrove Baptist Church allowed James to keep the pastor’s cabin, which was just a few dozen yards away from the church.  They hoped their kindness would help win James back.  It didn’t.

Martha faithfully attended the church through those years, and all her attempts to bring James back were met with cold stares and a refusal to speak.  She was visibly stressed, and her hair started turning gray prematurely.

Whispers of a strange disease had begun to spread across the country, one that would turn men into mindless flesh-eating beasts.  James chose to ignore them.  He ignored the reports of wars in other countries, he ignored the reports of outbreaks in small American towns, he even ignored the reports about an outbreak in New York.  He didn’t care, he lived in urban Kentucky.  Nothing like that would ever reach him.

One particularly warm summer morning, Martha left the house to attend a prayer meeting.  As soon as she was gone, James turned on his radio and began blaring music from a local rock station.  He grabbed a weight, and right as he began to lift, his music cut off and a loud beeping tone screeched from the radio.  It beeped several times before an automated voice began relaying a message.

“The National Weather Service has been [commandeered] by the [United States Air Force] to provide coverage about the [disease outbreak] in the area.  Please remain calm and remain indoors as the [United States Air Force] deals with [breakouts] in the area.  The [United States Air Force] advises you to avoid [Hillgrove Baptist Church] due to a possible [disease outbreak.]  The National Weather Service wished to warn you that the [United States Air Force] will handle the outbreak, and warns you to stay a safe distance away.  Once again…” but James had already stopped listening.  He immediately ran out the door.

As the door closed behind him, a jet zoomed across the sky, out of sight almost as fast as it had arrived.  Just a second later, James was hit by a massive shockwave that knocked him on his back, and he was temporarily deafened by an explosion.  As he pulled himself up, his ears ringing, he saw Hillgrove Baptist Church collapse, fires everywhere.

“MARTHA!” James screamed as he ran towards the wreckage.  The entire building lay in ruins, and small fires raged everywhere.  He clambered over the rubble, frantically searching for his wife.  “Martha!”

James pulled a ceiling tile off of a pile of rubble, and he saw an arm protruding from the rubble.  He quickly pulled away all the rubble, and to his horror he found the badly crushed corpse of his wife.  “Martha!” he screamed as tears rushed down his eyes.  He collapsed to his knees, sobbing and holding her hand.  A million thoughts rushed through his brain, and he could barely comprehend what he was seeing.  In anger, he grabbed a piece of rubble and threw it.  When he lowered his eyes, something caught his eye.  A small pile of paper was burning near Martha’s body.  He crawled over to it, and realized that it was Martha’s Bible.  He quickly patted out the flames, but when he picked it up, almost the entire book was burned.  He turned charred, unreadable pages, most of them crumbling at his touch, and finally stopped at the last page, one of the few readable pages remaining.

He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming soon.”  Amen.  Come, Lord Jesus!

And the grace of the Lord Jesus be with us all.  Amen.

James had read that passage hundreds of times in the past, and it carried no real significance then.  But now, even though it did not relate to any of his circumstances, it deeply moved his heart.  Something stirred inside James, and he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: guilt.

When his daughter died, James had abandoned his faith in favor of his selfish anger.  In this action, he abandoned his wife to struggle with her questions of faith alone.  He should have been a man and supported her in her trials, but instead he left her alone and insulted her for it.

“God, forgive me!” James moaned, and he stared up into the sky.

“*Gruuungh*,” James heard a voice grunt, and looking up he saw a charred human body stumbling forward through the ruins.  It didn’t take long to realize that this was one of the infected.  Seeing it brought a sense of terror into James.  He put his wife’s burnt Bible into his pocket and turned to run.

James ran to his house and closed himself inside his house.  He turned on the radio in hopes of hearing something helpful.

“Infected individuals have overtaken most major cities in the East Coast.”  “Reports say that infected activity is rampant throughout the entire country.”  “Experts suggest finding an isolated area, in order to minimize interaction with infected individuals.”  “Go as far west as possible.”

West.  It seemed like James’s best bet.  He ransacked the house for as much food and clothing as he could possibly find, and then loaded them into his car.  He started the engine, and then paused.  He glanced at his shed, and then hopped out of the car and threw open the shed door.  He searched through the shed until he found his sledgehammer.  He gripped it in his hand, its weight a comfort to him as it was those five years ago.  He was even stronger now, and he could lift it with very little effort.  He carried it with him to his car and set it carefully in the back seat.  He returned to the driver’s seat and pulled the car out of the driveway.  He pushed the gas and began his journey west.

title: The Vector: Moses' Story

question: Describe the journey of James' internal conflict.

human_answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world, including his wife. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should be specific about the fact that James retreats from his wife as well.

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested again when he is confronted with the infected.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.

text: The answer omits the time James spent in isolation and his search for an isolated area.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith was tested when Cindy Williams died after suffering through cancer.

text: It misses to mention that James struggles as to why he's being punished and that it must be because of his lack of support for his wife after their daughter's death.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: James' anger isn't necessarily at Martha for believing in God, but for her faith in general.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: This summary has some inaccuracies in terms of James' anger. He is more lost than angry. Additionally, this misses the point of resolution after he hits rock bottom.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

category: coherence

text: The answer should mention that James eventually feels guilty for having abandoned his faith and having left his wife to struggle with hers alone.

text: The answer should mention that James eventually has his faith restored and begs for forgiveness.

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith was tested when Cindy Williams, his daughter, died after suffering from cancer.

text: The response doesn't mention that the church was blow up by the air force jet and it didn't crumble on its own.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer is repetitive.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: The answer must mention that after James's wife was killed in an explosion he felt guilty for abandoning his faith in favor of his anger.

text: It must also be mentioned that he returned to his faith after his wife died.

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.

text: It is omitted Martha is his wife.

text: It is omitted that his daughter died five years ago.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: James' anger isn't necessarily at Martha for believing in God, but just at faith at large.

text: His wife's faith doesn't make him question his own faith. The death of children and tragedies make him question.

text: The answer omits that James has yet another change in heart when his wife is killed during a disaster. He begs God for forgiveness and realizes how selfish his anger was.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

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text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

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text: The answer misrepresents James' anger and loss of faith. He begins to question his faith after the death of a child and finally loses his faith when his daughter dies. His wife's faith doesn't anger him, but they argue about his loss of faith.

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

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text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

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answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: The answer should mention that before James lost his faith, he was a pastor

answer: His conflict is between his faith and his anger. His daughter's death, and his wife's insistence on continuing to believe in God, makes him question his faith. He is angry at the death of his daughter and angry at God for allowing it. He is angry at his wife for continuing to believe in God. This anger is what makes him question his faith in God.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades.

text: The answer is a bit repetitive.

text: James' anger is not the only reason he questions his faith.

text: The answer should mention that James is also upset that his wife died.

text: The answer is not coherent and doesn't make sense. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer should mention that James' anger eventually fades as he realizes how selfish he had been,

answer: When James' daughter dies, he abandons his faith and job as a pastor. He does not understand how a loving God would take away a child. He becomes angry and reserved, which causes him to retreat inward and isolate from the world. When the church collapses and kills Martha, James discovers her burnt Bible by her body, with the one of the only readable pages containing a quote "Surely I am coming soon." After this moment, James has found his faith once again.

text: The answer should mention that James' faith is tested when his daughter dies.

text: The answer should mention the outbreak.

text: The answer should mention that James' wife was also killed in the church collapse.


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Ravenholm. Once an old mining town, now a zombie infested wasteland. Ravenholm used to be a thriving mining town with great people long ago, and then later served as a stronghold for the Resistance. This stronghold managed to stay under the radar, but somehow the Combine found it. They didn’t do their usual “purge and sterilize” procedure, for this was to big a threat, they would have been outnumbered. No, instead of coming and fighting, they launched several headcrab mortars from a few towns over. The Resistance managed to stave off the headcrabs for a while, but eventually, their ranks were broken, infiltrated, and the headcrabs began gradually turning everyone into the monstrosities that we refer to as “zombies”. That was almost a year ago now, and the city is now a run down, heavily trapped, zombie infested nightmare. We have a phrase in the Resistance: “We don’t go to Ravenholm.” It’s not clever, witty, or comedic, it’s just simply a reminder of what happened and why we don’t go there, and even with all this, I’ve somehow managed to be convinced to go here by Alyx.
Alyx Vance is one of the many leaders for the Resistance, she sent me here to find an “asset” that is critical to the Resistance; Gordon Freeman. Everybody has heard of Dr. Freeman, he was formerly a theoretical physicist at Black Mesa turned Resistance. He has helped us numerous times in battle, and he was like a machine; kill one Combine, move seamlessly to a zombie, then straight to an Antlion. I wondered where he received his combat training, considering he used to be a scientist right out of MIT, maybe he used to be military, who knows? He never says anything. Ever. Anyway here I am, sent to retrieve him, but I doubt he needs any help.
My name is Alexander Sauer; I joined the resistance about three years ago. When I was around twenty five, my brother was taken to Nova Prospekt in a Combine raid, after that, I swore to get my revenge, no matter what. I was contacted by the Resistance when Alyx Vance and Barney Calhoun were passing through City 7, they heard about the raid and said I could fight for the Resistance and get the Combine off of our planet. Naturally, I joined right away to get back at the Combine for what they did to my brother; I wouldn’t let them do this to anybody else.
So, here I am, in the middle of this sad parody of what used to be a town, looking for one scientist who is supposedly able to save the world.
What a rut I have gotten myself into.
I walked out of the abandon mineshaft that led straight from Black Mesa East to Ravenholm into an open grassy area boxed in by three or four buildings; it was hard to see in the dark. A small rustling sound came from my left. I swung my handgun up to meet the perpetrator, only to find it was a crow. The crow looked at me for a second, almost sizing me up, and then flew off into the night. “Strange.” I mumbled to myself. I started heading towards a small shack with a sickly yellow light radiating from it when I heard a second rustling sound behind me, this time much bigger. I brought my gun up again to defend myself from whatever was making the noise. I peered into the darkness with my gun drawn, but I couldn’t see anything. “Birds, I guess…” I put my gun back in its holster and turned around towards the shack when I bumped into a pair of dismembered legs hanging from a tree.
“Dritt!” I swore in Norwegian, which was rare, I usually reserved that for special occasions. I stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock, falling down. My commotion had awakened a headcrab zombie from under the shack. I brought my gun up for a third time and put seven bullets in the things chest, which brought it down, but not for long. I made a b-line straight for the shack, leaping over the fallen monster and slamming the door behind me. I began taking mental inventory.
I shot seven rounds, which leaves eleven more in the clip, plus my six other magazines. I also have my SMG if worst comes to worst.
After making sure I was prepared, I checked around, looking at what the shack held. It looked like an old workshop of some kind, I saw old saw blades, propane tanks, and 2x4’s lying around. I began to wonder why a workshop would need propane, when I was interrupted by the gurgling cry that signifies a headcrab zombie. In a room I hadn’t bothered to look in, there were four or five zombies shambling towards me, thankfully there were boards nailed to the doorframe, but that wouldn’t hold them long. I began to draw my gun from my holster, when I had an idea. I returned my pistol to its home on my belt, and jogged over to the pile of propane tanks. I picked one up and, with much effort, threw it into the zombie filled room. It looked like somebody else had the same idea, because there were scorch marks on the wall. I unloaded three rounds into the tank in the middle of the room, and then dived for cover. There was a loud bang which left my ears ringing, but it took care of the zombies, so I wasn’t complaining. I vaulted over the boards and made sure the zombies were dead. I was surprised when I found the spent magazine of a pistol on the ground; it looked to be the same model as mine, which was Resistance standard issue. That told me two things; that somebody had already been through here, and recently because judging by the amount, or the lack thereof, of rust or dried blood on it. I thought to myself that it could have been Dr. Freeman, but then thought better.
It could be anybody’s magazine; it is what the Resistance gives out, after all. But what if…
I shook this thought from my head. If there was one thing I learned over the years it would be: don’t get your hopes up, you will be disappointed. If you have low expectations, you will be easily impressed and happy with the way things turn out. Too many a time I have hoped that my brother would come back from Nova Prospekt, perfectly fine and healthy, but that day never came.
After about three and a half hours of wandering around Ravenholm in the dark avoiding zombies and headcrabs alike, my eyelids began to feel heavy. I knew that I couldn’t just sleep anywhere here; almost every room, closet, and air duct was filled with all kinds of baddies. I had to find somewhere safe. Thirty minutes later, I was still looking for somewhere to rest my eyes, when some yellow paint caught my eye. I made my way over to inspect the paint, and what I saw reassured me that I was on the right track.
What I saw was a spray paint lambda with a circle around it that signified a lambda cache. Lambda caches are small stores of weapons, ammunition, and medical supplies that Resistance members have strategically placed in safe havens in and around City 17. Seeing that sign gave me immense hope, it meant that I had somewhere safe for at least the night, and also that I could resupply my weapons. The only problem was that it was on a ledge about twelve feet off of the ground. I began to scan the surrounding area for ways to get my tired body up to this beacon of hope. I saw a ladder about five hundred meters away, but there was a large group of zombies surrounding it.
Up till now, I have been mostly trying to avoid confrontation with the zombies by finding other routes around or quietly sneaking by. I whittled myself down to two options: either I would come up with a distraction and sneak by while they were busy, or I could take them head on. Conserving ammo wasn’t really a problem for me because there was a cache right after this, so I chose the latter of the two options. I decided to not take any chances and use my submachine gun this time. I pulled it around on its sling, and levelled it with the first zombie’s head. I pulled the trigger in two short, controlled bursts, so that I could keep accurate, while still putting a fair amount of lead into the former-human’s head. The short, loud reports of my gun awakened the other zombies while the first one fell to the ground. I took them down, one by one; controlled, almost machine like. In a situation such as this, I couldn’t afford to let my emotions, my thoughts, get in the way. I couldn’t let the fact that these things used to be normal people, sons, daughters, fathers, mothers… brothers… I hesitated for a second, lingering on this thought, and then my training brought me back to focus. I kept squeezing off shots until they were all gone, just in time too; my SMG was out of ammunition.
I sprinted over to the ladder and climbed up onto the roof. I made my way, rooftop to rooftop, towards the Lambda Cache, and almost nothing popped out to protest my progression. I had made it to the hatch right above the Cache; I scanned around to make sure nothing was watching me, and slipped in silently. The Cache was a small area of air duct that had been welded off from the rest of the system to preserve security. It was around five feet by five feet wide, and three feet tall. I looked around, and my heart sank. What I saw was a mattress, some tally marks on the wall, and empty ammunition cases. All the ammo had been taken! Somebody had made it here before me, and my SMG was empty! I cursed myself for assuming that there would be an abundance of ammo here. I took inventory again, I had around three clips for my handgun, plus whatever I had in the gun, but that would only get me so far. I curled up on the mattress. I needed rest; I would be able to plan better with full tanks. I began to drift off to sleep, let a warm blanket of dark drift over my body.
I had almost fallen completely asleep, when I heard a shuffling down one of the branches in the air duct. I saw one of the paths leading off wasn’t welded shut like the others, it looked as though somebody or something had broken through it with their bare hands, judging by the blood.
How had I not noticed that before? I need to keep my guard up, if I keep this up, I’m going to end up dead.
I began to reach for my pistol, but it was nowhere to be found. I looked down the duct again, this time I flicked on my flashlight to see what was making the noise. The sight that greeted me was that of a severed torso from a headcrab zombie. I crawled over to the hatch leading out, but it would stop about a quarter of the way open. I tried to look for my handgun, but, still, it eluded my eyes. I began throwing my shoulder into the hatch, trying desperately to force it open. One, two, three, four. It my shirt ripped, and after around the sixth or seventh attempt, my shoulder began to bleed. It was no use, the torso was already at my feet, making its signature gurgling cry to alert the other zombies. I threw my shoulder at the door once more, putting all my weight behind it. It opened. I scrambled out and into the open air. It appeared the torso had succeeded in alerting the other zombies, this time, they were skinny corpses that moved at superhuman speed. I began running away along the rooftops. I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to put as much distance between me and the zombies. I came to an extremely high drop, with no other rooftops in sight. I saw a water tower with an open top about fifty meters from the ledge and about ten down. I decided to leap for it, because I was dead anyway if I didn’t. I backed up until I thought I had enough room to gain sufficient speed. I sprinted up to the edge as fast as I could, and then I jumped.

title: We Don't Go to Ravenholm

question: Summarize the town of Ravenholm.

text: The answer leaves out the fact that Ravenholm is where the main plot takes place.

answer: Ravenholm used to be a mining town, then got turned into a Resistance stronghold. The Combine eventually found it, and unleashed headcrab mortars, turning the inhabitants into zombies. The town is now a zombie infested nightmare that people tend to avoid. The narrator is there looking for Gordon Freeman.

text: The last sentence is irrelevant.

text: The narrator is irrelevant to the question.

text: The narrator is not looking for Gordon Freeman.

text: The narrator's mission is irrelevant to the question.

text: Include that the narrator is specifically looking for an asset to the Resistance who is currently in Ravenholm.

answer: Ravenholm is an old mining town that used to be a thriving place with great people long ago. It later served as a stronghold for the Resistance. The Combine found it and launched several headcrab mortars from a few towns over. The Resistance managed to stave off the headcrabs for a while, but eventually, their ranks were broken, infiltrated, and the headcrabs began turning everyone into zombies. The city is now a run down, heavily trapped, zombie infested nightmare.

text: It's omitted that the Resistance now has a saying about Ravenholm, "We don't go to Ravenholm".

text: The answer omits that the town is now a wasteland.

text: The answer should mention the phrase "We don't go to Ravenholm".

text: It's omitted that the city is now a run down, heavily trapped, zombie infested nightmare.

text: "nightmare" - add a period

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The answer should mention that the town is now a wasteland.
The answer should rewrite the third sentence by saying that the Combine didn't do their usual purge and sterilize procedure because it was too big a threat, and they would have been outnumbered. And instead of coming and fighting, they launched several headcrab mortars from a few towns over.

text: It's omitted that the Resistance now has a saying about Ravenholm, "We don't go to Ravenholm."

answer: Ravenholm is an old mining town that used to be a thriving place with great people long ago. It later served as a stronghold for the Resistance. The Combine found it and launched several headcrab mortars from a few towns over. The Resistance managed to stave off the headcrabs for a while, but eventually, their ranks were broken, infiltrated, and the headcrabs began turning everyone into zombies. The city is now a run down, heavily trapped, zombie infested nightmare.

answer: Ravenholm used to be a mining town, then got turned into a Resistance stronghold. The Combine eventually found it, and unleashed headcrab mortars, turning the inhabitants into zombies. The town is now a zombie infested nightmare that people tend to avoid. The narrator is there looking for Gordon Freeman.

text: The final sentence is unnecessary and could be omitted.

text: This should mention how the city is now run down and heavily trapped.

answer: Ravenholm used to be a mining town, then got turned into a Resistance stronghold. The Combine eventually found it, and unleashed headcrab mortars, turning the inhabitants into zombies. The town is now a zombie infested nightmare that people tend to avoid.

answer: Ravenholm used to be a mining town, then got turned into a Resistance stronghold. The Combine eventually found it, and unleashed headcrab mortars, turning the inhabitants into zombies. The town is now a zombie infested nightmare that people tend to avoid.

text: The answer could mention that Ravenholm is now a wasteland.

text: It's omitted that the town is now a run down, heavily trapped, zombie infested wasteland.

text: It is omitted that it is a run-down place.

text: It should be mentioned that the town is a wasteland.


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This is a list of the MAMMAL SPECIES RECORDED IN SAINT HELENA. Of the mammal species in Saint Helena, one is vulnerable.[1]

The following tags are used to highlight each species' conservation status as assessed by the International Union for Conservation of Nature:

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  EX   EXTINCT                 No reasonable doubt that the last individual has died.
  EW   EXTINCT IN THE WILD     Known only to survive in captivity or as a naturalized populations well outside its previous range.
  CR   CRITICALLY ENDANGERED   The species is in imminent risk of extinction in the wild.
  EN   ENDANGERED              The species is facing an extremely high risk of extinction in the wild.
  VU   VULNERABLE              The species is facing a high risk of extinction in the wild.
  NT   NEAR THREATENED         The species does not meet any of the criteria that would categorise it as risking extinction but it is likely to do so in the future.
  LC   LEAST CONCERN           There are no current identifiable risks to the species.
  DD   DATA DEFICIENT          There is inadequate information to make an assessment of the risks to this species.
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Some species were assessed using an earlier set of criteria. Species assessed using this system have the following instead of near threatened and least concern categories:

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  LR/cd   LOWER RISK/CONSERVATION DEPENDENT   Species which were the focus of conservation programmes and may have moved into a higher risk category if that programme was discontinued.
  LR/nt   LOWER RISK/NEAR THREATENED          Species which are close to being classified as vulnerable but are not the subject of conservation programmes.
  LR/lc   LOWER RISK/LEAST CONCERN            Species for which there are no identifiable risks.
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Subclass: Theria

Infraclass: Eutheria

Order: Cetacea (whales)

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[Spinner dolphins] The order Cetacea includes whales, dolphins and porpoises. They are the mammals most fully adapted to aquatic life with a spindle-shaped nearly hairless body, protected by a thick layer of blubber, and forelimbs and tail modified to provide propulsion underwater.

-   Suborder: Mysticeti
    -   Family: Balaenopteridae
        -   Genus: _Balaenoptera_
            -   Common minke whale, _Balaenoptera acutorostrata_ LC
            -   Antarctic minke whale, _Balaenoptera bonaerensis_ DD
            -   Sei whale, _Balaenoptera borealis_ EN
            -   Bryde's whale, _Balaenoptera brydei_ DD
            -   Blue whale, _Balaenoptera musculus_ EN
            -   Fin whale, _Balaenoptera physalus_ EN
        -   Genus: _Megaptera_
            -   Humpback whale, _Megaptera novaeangliae_ LC[2]
    -   Family: Balaenidae
        -   Genus: _Eubalaena_
            -   Southern right whale, _Eubalaena australis_ LC[3]
-   Suborder: Odontoceti
    -   Superfamily: Platanistoidea
        -   Family: Physeteridae
            -   Genus: _Physeter_
                -   Sperm whale, _Physeter macrocephalus_ VU
        -   Family: Kogiidae
            -   Genus: _Kogia_
                -   Pygmy sperm whale, _Kogia breviceps_ DD
                -   Dwarf sperm whale, _Kogia sima_ DD
        -   Family: Ziphidae
            -   Genus: _Berardius_
                -   Arnoux's beaked whale, _Berardius arnuxii_ DD
            -   Subfamily: Hyperoodontinae
                -   Genus: _Mesoplodon_
                    -   Blainville's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon densirostris_ DD
                    -   Gray's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon grayi_ DD
                    -   Hector's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon hectori_ DD
                    -   Strap-toothed whale, _Mesoplodon layardii_ DD
                -   Genus: _Ziphius_
                    -   Cuvier's beaked whale, _Ziphius cavirostris_ DD
        -   Family: Delphinidae (marine dolphins)
            -   Genus: _Steno_
                -   Rough-toothed dolphin, _Steno bredanensis_ DD
            -   Genus: _Tursiops_
                -   Common bottlenose dolphin, _Tursiops truncatus_ DD
            -   Genus: _Lagenodelphis_
                -   Fraser's dolphin, _Lagenodelphis hosei_ DD
            -   Genus: _Stenella_
                -   Pantropical spotted dolphin, _Stenella attenuata_ LR/cd
                -   Atlantic spotted dolphin, _Stenella frontalis_ DD
                -   Spinner dolphin, _Stenella longirostris_ LR/cd
                -   Striped dolphin, _Stenella coeruleoalba_ DD
            -   Genus: _Orcinus_
                -   Killer whale, _Orcinus orca_ DD
            -   Genus: _Pseudorca_
                -   False killer whale, _Pseudorca crassidens_ LR/lc
            -   Genus: _Feresa_
                -   Pygmy killer whale, _Feresa attenuata_ DD
            -   Genus: _Globicephala_
                -   Short-finned pilot whale, _Globicephala macrorhynchus_ DD
            -   Genus: _Peponocephala_
                -   Melon-headed whale, _Peponocephala electra_ DD

Order: Carnivora (carnivorans)

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[Leopard seal] There are over 260 species of carnivorans, the majority of which feed primarily on meat. They have a characteristic skull shape and dentition.

-   Suborder: Caniformia
    -   Family: Otariidae (eared seals, sealions)
        -   Genus: _Arctocephalus_
            -   Subantarctic fur seal, _Arctocephalus tropicalis_ LR/lc
    -   Family: Phocidae (earless seals)
        -   Genus: _Hydrurga_
            -   Leopard seal, _Hydrurga leptonyx_ LR/lc
        -   Genus: _Mirounga_
            -   Southern elephant seal, _Mirounga leonina_ LR/lc

Notes

[1] This list is derived from the IUCN Red List which lists species of mammals and includes those mammals that have recently been classified as extinct (since 1500 AD). The taxonomy and naming of the individual species is based on those used in existing Wikipedia articles as of 21 May 2007 and supplemented by the common names and taxonomy from the IUCN, Smithsonian Institution, or University of Michigan where no Wikipedia article was available.

[2] http://www.sainthelena.gov.sh/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Cetacean-leaflet.pdf

[3] Richards, R. 2009. Past and present distributions of southern right whales (_Eubalaena australis_). _New Zealand Journal of Zoology_. Vol. 36: 447-459. 1175-8821 (Online); 0301-4223 (Print)/09/3604–0447. The Royal Society of New Zealand. Retrieved on 27 October 2015

title: List of mammals of Saint Helena

question: List the mammal species living in Saint Helena that are critically endangered.

text: The Gray beaked whale is not endangered.

answer: The endangered mammals living in Saint Helena are the Sei whale, Blue whale, and Fin whale.

text: The answer should mention that the species are endangered, not critically endangered.

text: The answer is incorrect. The only mammal species living in Saint Helena that is critically endangered is the Sperm whale.

text: The answer is incorrect. The only mammal species that is critically endangered is the Sei whale.

text: "The endangered mammals living in Saint Helena are the Sei whale, Blue whale, and Fin whale." - no other species were mentioned.

text: The answer is wrong. The list of critically endangered species does not include the mentioned whales.

text: The answer inaccurately mentions that the answer is "endangered mammals". It should say "critically endangered mammals living".

answer: No species are critically endangered.

answer: The endangered mammals living in Saint Helena are the Sei whale, Blue whale, and Gray's beaked whale.

text: The response talks about the endangered mammals and not the critically endangered ones. Those aren't listed in the text.

answer: The endangered mammals living in Saint Helena are the Sei whale, Blue whale, and Gray's beaked whale.

text: The answer is wrong. There are no critically endangered species in Saint Helena.

text: The response includes species that are not critically endangered.

text: There is no evidence that Gray's beaked whale is critically endangered.

text: Be more specific about the species that are critically endangered

text: Arnoux's beaked whale, leopard seal and sperm whale listed as critically endangered in the article.

text: The answer is incorrect. There are no critically endangered species in Saint Helena. Sei whales and blue whales are endangered, but not critically.

answer: No species are critically endangered.

text: The answer should mention that the question is asking for critically endangered species, and that there are no such species.

text: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

text: The input explicitly states that one species is critically endangered.

text: The answer is not found in the text.

text: The answer should clarify that no species are critically endangered according to the article.

text: The question does not specify that all species must be critically endangered for a species to be counted in the answer.

answer: The endangered mammals living in Saint Helena are the Sei whale, Blue whale, and Fin whale.

text: The question was about critically endangered animals and not endangered animals. There are no critically endangered animals on Saint Helena


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	Once upon a time there was a retard.  I called him Richard.  Richard was the name of the person for the part he played.  He was fat and that smell of a shirt that was packed away in your grandpa’s basement for ten years, then worn by your father for a week straight camping, without showering, was the smell that lingered after he‘d sneak up on you from behind and put you in a head lock and give you a noogie.
	He mowed lawns all day and all summer long.  His suspender held up his blue jeans just past his bellybutton.  A creased, foamy, netted hat sat on the top of his head, tilted up.  His t-shirts were stained yellow under his armpits.  Sometimes he wouldn’t wear a hat and his head would be freshly shaved and bald on top.
	The Tavern opened up at eleven, so if you worked lunch, the shifts began at ten.  Brew a pot of coffee.  Smoke a couple cigarettes.  Put on some music that you won’t be able to listen to when the seventy-year olds come in and ask you if you can pick out all the diced carrots in the chicken noodle soup.  Then, grab a stack of place mats and napkins and start setting the tables.  By the time you get to the silver ware, the other employees will start showing up.  Get the specials from the cook.  Write them on the board.  You’ll either have fifteen to spare or no time and that will depend on more than one variable.
	When then open sign is turned on, you won’t have much to do.  That is the time you should order food.
	At twelve, the construction workers will file in-in groups of three.  Their big, steel-toed boots will leave trails of red clay and dirt all over the bar.  At this same time, you’ll see a bike roll up, with a trailer carrying a lawn mower.  This is Richard.  He balances his bike by putting one peddle at the lowest possible point.  Then his bike balances on the peddle at a eighty-five degree angle.  You’ll never see his bike tip over.
	After he gets off his bike, he hikes up his pants and stomps into the bar.  The back door swings open and everything freezes for a moment.  His head shifts from side to side to side to side.  And his eyes are an extension of his head.  He talks to a few regulars then there is at least six inches of fat between him and the bar .  I am hosting and serving and Chelsea is bartending.
“Hey ah, Chelsea.”
Says Richard.
“Yes Richard.”
Responds Chelsea.
“Do you have any lunch specials my dear?”
“Yes we do Richard.  We have a Reuben or a Chicken Salad Sandwich.”
“Well then,  I guess I’ll take a burger, medium rare, with a few fries.”
“Alright Richard.  I’ll send that right in.”
Seeing there is fifteen minutes before his food will be ready, he walks over to me.
“Stahl, what are you up to?”
“Working hard Richard.”
I’d take another drag off my cigarette and look into the lounge.  The lounge would be empty.
“How about eighteen holes of golf?”
“Sure Richard.”
I’d hand him a few bucks and he’d get down on his knees and insert the money into the video game.  I wouldn’t always have the patience to play a game with Richard.  Sometimes I’d have work to do.  Or no money.  Then I’d suggest Chris as a partner.  Or Jay, who was my boss but he’d use the same excuse every time.
“Can’t.  Hurt my hand.”
	Once the money was in the machine, the music would begin playing and we would pick the color of our golfer.  At this moment, his eyes would widen and he’d have all the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas day.
“Oh man, Stahl, I am going to kick your butt!”
He’d say.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
If he'd have had to gone to sleep, he would of been staring at the ceiling all night long.
	We would pick a course and begin playing.  Birdies were relatively easy to achieve.  Eagles were a bit more difficult.  And a hole in one was rare.  I didn’t want to beat him but I always did.  A birdie received a,
“Tweet, tweet, tweet.”
From Richard.
An eagle was louder, deep down in his throat and involved the flapping of his wings as if he were trying to fly away.  There was no signature sound for a hole in one.  I believe he’d  just yell real loud and give you a high five.
“That calls for O’ Doul’s.  I’ll take two and double fist’em and get rowdy and go to work tomorrow at the store all red-eyed so Laurie says, ‘What the hell did you do last night?  And I'll say I was double fisting O' Doul's.’”
Rarely did he hint at drinking Jager.  Or about a time, when he’d be plastered, starting bar fights and grabbing woman’s breasts.  One year though, while working the party, at Arnie’s beach, pouring beers for everyone, he began pouring them for himself as well.  And no one noticed because they convinced him along time ago that  O’Doul’s has alcohol, which isn’t exactly a lie.
	Usually his food would be done before our round, then it would get cold.  When we finished, I would say,
“Good game Richard.  What you up to now?”
“Well, I already moved Carol’s lawn.  Now I have to go mow Jerry’s and Johnnie’s lawn.”
“Work hard Richard.”
	Lunch ended at three and dinner began at five.  Richard would be back at five.  He’d put his order in and see if he could get another eighteen holes in.  I’d tell him,
“Once a day, Richard, once a day.”
Then he’d ask a few others who would refuse his offer.  He’d ask me again and I’d say,
“No.”
One more circle and try with me before he’d just start talking.
“What have you been up to Stahl?”
“Work and play, Richard.”
“Well, are you working hard?”
“Always do.”
I’d go behind the bar and pour him a double, cherry coke with extra grenadine.  His eyes became dilated and wouldn’t focus.  (Although his eyes never really did focus.)  His laugh and talk became more nervous and furtive.  Overall, he’d become more jittery and bounce off the walls while talking to everyone.  You could see him walk up to a tourist couple.  Pull out his business card.  Put his arm around one of them and talk like he’s known them his whole life.  Then five minutes later, you see their minds turning, thinking is this guy normal.  I’d place the drink on the napkin.  His eyes would lighten up.
“God you are the best, Stahl.”
“Thanks Richard.”
“No, thank you.  You know I love you because you’re crazy and we make it fun.”
“I know.”
He’d slam his beverage in about seven seconds and I’d make him another.
	By now it would be five fifteen.  You would go back and make sure no one had come to dine.  The restaurant would be empty.  Your fellow employees would be sitting on their asses.  It would be very motivating.  You could go have another cigarette, you could go read by the host desk, or you could go talk to Richard some more.  And that is what you’d do.  You would walk through the wait station, behind the front bar, back to the back bar and the only remnants would be an empty glass sitting on a soggy napkin.  You could look out the window and see his bike drifting slowly away.
	The following day Richard would be in at the exact same time.  He would nearly say the exact same things.  And days would come  and months would go.  Tourists would visit and leave.  More tourists would visit and leave.  The island would freeze, then thaw and everyone would continue living like always, except Richard because, one hot and humid August day, when his lawn mower broke down and he thought his life was worthless, he took a twelve gauge and blam, blam, there was a big hole through his head.  He was a good man.

title: Richard

question: What are the negative things the story says about Richard?

text: It isn't accurate to say Richard is an alcoholic. The O'Douls he drinks are actually very low alcohol.

answer: He was fat and the story says that his shirts had the smell of not just one person not showering, but several gens of it. One time, the door flies open and everything freezes while they both stare at Richard coming toward Chelsea at the counter; they always worry their large jaws will snap her in half and chew her up.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The answer is made up.

text: The second sentence is made up.

text: The last two lines of the answer are not accurate. It is not mentioned in the story.

text: Inaccurate answer

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task. The latter part of the response does not address the question.

answer: The narrator thinks Richard is a "retard". He is fat and smells bad. His t-shirts are stained yellow under his armpits. Eventually, Richard kills himself.

text: The answer omits that Richard is a drunk.

text: The answer should mention that Richard is a drunk.

text: The answer omits that Richard is also a drunk.

text: Richard's suicide is not a negative thing

text: The answer should mention that Richard is a heavy drinker.

text: Richard's shirts are stained yellow and may be ripe with sweat

text: It might be better to say they think Richard is "stupid". "Retard" is offensive.

text: Explain that Richard kills himself after his lawn mower breaks and he deems himself worthless.

text: The answer should mention that Richard is a heavy drinker who starts bar fights and harasses women sometimes.

answer: The narrator thinks Richard is a "retard". He is far and smells bad. His t-shirts are stained yellow under his armpits. He is also an alcoholic, who frequently drinks O'Douls. Eventually, Richard kills himself.

text: The response contains a grammar error, describing Richard as "far" instead of "fat".

answer: The narrator thinks Richard is a "retard". He is far and smells bad. His t-shirts are stained yellow under his armpits. He is also an alcoholic, who frequently drinks O'Douls. Eventually, Richard kills himself.

text: The answer omits that Richard is bald on top.

text: Richard is not an alcoholic. He drinks O'Douls because he believes it has alcohol in it.

text: The answer should mention that Richard is a drunk who starts bar fights and grabs women's breasts.

text: It is not stated that he is far.

text: The response does not mention that he's fat.

text: It is not stated that he is far.

answer: The narrator thinks Richard is a "retard". He is fat and smells bad. His t-shirts are stained yellow under his armpits. Eventually, Richard kills himself.

answer: He was fat and the story says that his shirts had the smell of not just one person not showering, but several gens of it. One time, the door flies open and everything freezes while they both stare at Richard coming toward Chelsea at the counter; they always worry their large jaws will snap her in half and chew her up.

text: The last sentence doesn't make sense. The first sentence is inaccurate. The negative things said about Richard is that he didn't smell good and he wore a shirt with big yellow stains in the armpit area.