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It did seem too good to be true. Jacob had never really been the type of guy to believe in fairytales. He outgrew Santa and the Easter Bunny way younger than the other kids. It wasn't to say he didn't enjoy a story or two and it would be a lie to not admit that he had become immersed in video games and movies that depicted the very reality they were living in. It was much different in real life, more terrifying.<br/>
"Guess to be out here so long, have to believe in something." He still held onto the fact that maybe he would see his parents again. Though Jacob was also fully prepared to experience the grief of losing the only family he had ever known. He'd already lost friends, brothers, and sisters in the war. Though, possibly like him and Ash, there were those who were given the proper tools to survive. Now they were alive to watch the rebirth of the human population – there to see mankind's growth from the inception of this carnage.<br/>
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She seemed excited for human contact now and Jacob shouldn't say that he didn't miss speaking to another person. He'd missed being in the group for the close interaction, to bond and feel <i>normal</i>. While he wasn't exactly relaxed, he was easily able to focus on her rather than the pressing idea of survival and the monsters rattling around below them.<br/>
"Well, I figured I would head for it, but if I found something better . . ." He cracked a small chuckle toward the end of the statement. While the Isle was possibly just a construction made from the hopes and dreams of survivors that was passed along in death, it was nice to look toward something as the days seemed more and more dismal. This wasn't the only store that's been raided and looted completely, and it wouldn't be the last. Jacob didn't just believe in the Isle, he needed to. "All I know is we can't be the last ones on the planet." He'd been in the army and while he didn't have that high of clearance, Jacob was aware of some dealings that most soldiers weren't considering the sector he was in after two tours. The government was prepared for these sorts of events, even if not on such a grand scale or to <i>this</i> extent. Zombie apocalypse? A bit farfetched from nuclear war. Yet, there were bunkers and underground tunnels built for these reasons. There was <i>some</i> sort of safe haven out there.<br/>
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"You heading that way as well?" He was telling himself then that it wasn't so much companionship, but two people who needed to get to the same place and leave. She'd had his back before and Jacob was more than grateful for that. "My way for paying you back for saving my ass."<br/>
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