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With the growling roar of fifteen zombies all at once out of his head and no longer ringing in his ears, Jacob was able to slow his heartbeat to normal and actually relax, somewhat. They were on the roof of the building and they weren't likely to leave until there were no sightings of zombies, or they could make it back to the car on time. They wouldn't have any ability to repair the tire even with as good a fighter Ash was.<br/>
"I don't plan to waste any bullets." Ammo was just as hard to come by as water and gas – any basic necessity they had seemed to take for granted before this mess panned out. He wasn't going to make her ask twice when she offered the water bottle.<br/>
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It'd be easy to overpower her. Jacob was a foot taller and the width of him shadowed her figure. Killing her and taking anything of value she had was what most humans now thought about – sometimes a life for a life wasn't just for revenge or justice. No one ever talked about survival. But Ash had put her life on the line to save his sorry ass – killing her would be murder. But it wouldn't be the first time. Jacob took only enough water to ease the tight ache in the back of his throat. It would help for now, but when the sun was at its highest during the afternoon, if they didn't have shade or water, they were set to suffer. <br/>
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Jacob handed the water bottle back as he approached her. The heavy thud of his boots stopped when he met the edge of the roof. Those that hadn't got in first were still crawling inside in hopes one of them were dead to feed off of. The moment she and him were spotted, it would be round two.<br/>
"Must've followed me. <i>Sorry</i> – they're moving though, I've been tracking them." There was no telling how many there actually were or even what the regenerating process was like. For all they knew, the dead inside the building went dead still. "Jacob, by the way." It was amazing that after all this time, the corners of his lips still picked up with a small smile. Though, the light was gone from his eyes now. "I've got enough gas to at least give us some space between them. . .getting to it will take some work." He'd noticed her skill, some training aspects that were military only. "Teamwork. How long you serve?"<br/>
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The fact was that they needed each other, and he owed her. "You watch my back and I can get us out of here." Jacob had been caught off guard, but focused he was able to determine a clear plan. "Get a smoke bomb off and it'll give us enough time to get through – can't promise no injuries." He reached up to rub his neck, realizing the wound wasn't as bad as he thought as the bleeding had stopped. Still, like most injuries it would take time. In the group he was originally in, they'd left behind Taylor whose bite had actually gotten infected. A week later he'd broken into camp, half through his transition and chewing on the chunk of meat he'd bitten out of Tyra's leg. Jacob lost three bullets that day that weren't missed. <br/>
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