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Jacob couldn't say he had nothing to fight for. Some part of him had hoped that maybe his mother and father were going to be on the island. Ash was right; if there was anywhere their loved ones would be, it would be where there was a chance at actual civilization. He was glad to know that his thoughts about Mexico were right but hearing that there was trouble along the border meant that for the two of them it wouldn't be easy for them to get through. He was sure that the Isle was heavily guarded. After all, with the most wealthy and elite harboring safely on it, he suspected it wouldn't be easy for any ol' riff raff to get on to. It would take planning, but they had more than enough time and hopefully along their journey they'd find out more information. All they had was a bunch of hearsay and no one to actually back it up.<br/>
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His hands scratched through his hair. God what he would kill for a shower.<br/>
"If we can find a source of water that would be helpful. You familiar with the area?" With the car, at least, they were able to pack and carry as much as they wanted, but they had to be okay with the idea of leaving certain things behind if trouble came their way. "Be nice if we can find somewhere, we can get gas too." Most of the vehicles they did come across were bound to be empty. "We find that of course and we are bound to find people."<br/>
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It wasn't necessarily terrible to come across survivors, but they both had been on the outs to know that could lead to danger and people went exactly keen on sharing – not for a fair price either.<br/>
"Could take us weeks to get there depending on how far we get with the car." Jacob sighed out, starting to fold the map back up carefully before it was placed back into his backpack. He laid back down and closed his eyes. The groaning sound was starting to die down, leaving him to believe that the zombies were starting to get bored. There would undoubtedly be a few still waiting, scavengers just <i>hoping</i> he and Ash would come down and almost offer themselves up. He turned his head and peeked at Ash. "You do drive right? Be easier on us if we both take turns." Driving through the night seemed the easiest, when there were less walkers milling about but to make sure they were both on point, they were going to need to get their sleep and lots of it.<br/>
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"If there's anything I hope they have on the Isle, it's definitely a nice cold beer."<br/>
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