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Jacob had that rootbeer float in the back of his mind, so much so he could practically taste the vanilla ice cream on his tongue. But he'd been distracted by the prospect of a first time kill of their own. Purifying the water would be easy enough. They'd just need to build a fire and he was sure there had to be a ton of pots left over in the kitchen. It'd serve them best to set the fire inside, a little more of a hazard, but rather they did not draw attention to them being in the house until they had security properly set up and that included making sure they had a battle plan in case there was an attack whether by zombie or human. He was worried about the latter more. The prospect of doing better always seemed to attract the wrong attention. Case and point; them nearly being run off the road.<br/>
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Jacob came to a stand, following close by in case it was something much bigger that they both needed to take on. Setting up. Trap would be a bit more efficient for the future, quieter but he was impressed at her dead on skills. He chuckled, "Probably cause uh we keep killing them first." It was a tasteless joke, but the fact was that killing animals had always been a. Means for survival even before things got rough with the apocalypse. He was used to it, having spent summer vacations on his grandparent's farm when he was younger. "Maybe they do turn and we just don't notice, or it's different in them. I mean . . . there does seem to be a slight absence of wild life – Well not as much as you'd expect considering how few humans are actually out in the open.`` Jacob wondered what it was like more in the countryside, had the animals there been affected more? There had to be some prime source of food. Jacob had served in the Army and while he wasn't directly in the know, he doubted that the strongest powers hadn't been made sure to be taken care of.<br/>
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"Raccoon isn't that bad . . . cook it well enough and it tastes just like chicken, dark meat. I bet it's been eating pretty clean . . . skin it make a hat." He shrugged. "Or I guess hang it up and see if we get something else. Wed [probably have to set that up deeper into the woods though." Jacob grabbed the shovel and leaned on it for support. "How about we gather up some water and finally head into town?"<br/>
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