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A long time ago Jacob realized that thinking about this being <i>over</i> was the only thing that was really keeping him going. He wanted to agree with Ash about keeping the faith and believing in seeing old friends or family members. Truthfully, it was a long shot – his parents had him when they were older, and they'd never had the skills to protect them. Like many people they were unprepared for the danger and carnage. It'd be a miracle if they survived and even more for them; to find each other. He swallowed the bitter lump in his throat and distracted himself by messing around with the radio.<br/>
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At some point he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. Ash was a great driver, but it wasn't like he'd worry about her rolling over anything human. Sleeping had always been the easiest way to get over hunger and he could feel the pang in his stomach beginning to get a bit stronger. It roused the young man and just as he was wiping the sleep pu of his eyes, he felt the vibration of a car whizzing pass. His brows dented toward the middle in confusion and Jacob would've considered the possibility he was just seeing things had Ash not even the one to actually bring it up.<br/>
"This far out?" It was possible they'd stumbled into someone else's territory. Life right now was like the wild wild west – there weren't any rules. But another car? A part of him was hopeful that they were heading in the right direction. If they could keep the car gassed up, it wouldn't take long for them to find the Isle.<br/>
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It wasn't a case of if they wanted their gas – they could very well be after them for they had. Jacob's chest tightened as well as his grip on his own bag. This was all he had. His hand reached the door handle to steady himself as they made a sharp left around the dead street. There wasn't a soul on the ground, but the buildings were still managed well – they were unknowingly pushing themselves further into danger. But what choice did they have? "Just our fucking luck." Jacob grumbled as he reached for her bag – if she wanted to waste a bullet on a human, he didn't really find any fault in that. Medical assistance was scarce, and they needed any break they could get. He didn't account for the motorcyclist being a pro.<br/>
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"They had to have noticed us beforehand." It was hard to ignore the burgeoning suspicion. Had Ash set him up? As Jacob wanted to question her, he had to trust that she didn't mean any harm toward them as the actual confirmed enemy was gaining on them. He rolled down the window and shot at the motorist that had cut them off. Another one was in back on what looked like an ATV. His body lurched forward as they were hit from the back. They were being boxed in.<br/>
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