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What Ash had described sounded like a dream. Though Jacob knew that any place that did have access to great resources had to be taken over by an organized group to make sure that it was protected. Such colonies did exist, but to see one actually work under the hand and guidance of a leader was rare. If this mall was still being occupied, they had to either convince they were of no harm, or do a good job of sneaking in. In this day in age, they didn't ask for forgiveness and threats were killed on sight. It'd be easier for them to ask for permission to enter and see what they could barter and trade for. Jacob didn't have much he was willing to give away, but they could come up with anything while they made their way through to the Isle.<br/>
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He sat up on his elbows, watching as Ash dug around in her bag before she produced the half filled bottle. Jacob's eyes were saucers in his head.<br/>
"Holy shit!" He could hardly contain his excitement as he watched her take back Jack Daniels. There was no hesitation in reaching out for the neck of the bottle. He drew it to his nose and inhaled, coughing from the immediate burning sensation. His eyes pooled with tears but there was a wild smile on his face before he took a sip. He cradled the sweet brown liquid in his mouth, swishing it under his tongue to savor the taste before swallowing. A few moments passed before Jackson felt that subtle warmth in the pit of his stomach, creeping up. He took another swig before closing the bottle and handing it over. "Thanks." His tongue continued to run along the inside of his bottom lip. "Hey with the edge off, maybe will be easier to kick some zombie ass." He sighed out and laid back, welcoming the lightheaded feeling that came as the liquor began to course through his bloodstream. "God this feels good." The act of allowing his body to just relax and become limp, pretending like he was shot with his squad in the field and just getting hammered – simpler times.<br/>
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It was no wonder he drifted off into a sort of dormant state. He peeked from the corner of his eye when he heard Ash shifting beside him. The sky was a blanket of star speckled dark blue and the noise had died down much more since the afternoon. The liquor had definitely made it seem like time just flew by since Ash rescued him.<br/>
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Jacob came to a sitting position, wiping the little bit of sleep from his eye. He felt a little out of it but was nowhere near hungover.<br/>
"We're going to need bait. They are led by sound at night if anything, I think if we both distract them simultaneously, we can meet at the door together. From there, we'll have to watch each other's backs. Jackson judged the distance from the car and the front door. "You're smaller and a bit quicker than me, they've already got hold of my scent too." He reached his hand up to brush against the wound. "Think you should get to the car and get it started. It'll be close, but it won't be the first time I've jumped into a moving vehicle." He chuckled nervously as he reached into his pocket. He was hesitant for a moment in hanging off the keys. Ash could just knock him out and take the car for himself. But as he looked her in the eyes, he was surprised to find that he wasn't nudged by the twisted feeling in his gut that something could go wrong. In fact, that feeling hadn't been present at all since meeting Ash and Jacob hadn't completely let his guard down either.<br/>
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He dangled the keys out to her. "I'm ready when you are."<br/>
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