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Waiting until the sun went down made the most sense. It didn't make him anymore happier to remain exposed on a rooftop. He dropped his bag to the ground and took a seat, glad to rest his limbs after the fight he'd just gone through. It had been some time since he had been swarmed. On his own, Jacob was easily able to take care of himself. There was no one to be attached to, worry about protecting or question whether to leave behind or not. The more detached he was, the easier he felt it had been to survive. Though, had Ash not saved his ass, he would've been zombie lunch.<br/>
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"How long does it take for a zombie to lose their appetite?" It was made to consider them lasting a couple days between one thermos of water and a couple rations. Knowing that Ash had military experience didn't make him shy about the possibility they would just have to plan to push through the monsters. Some would wander off, he was sure. But the desperate, the slow who still craved <i>something</i> wouldn't leave until they'd had their fill. "Six years." Jacob drew his knees up and looped his arms around them loosely, his fingers scratching gently against the inside of his wrist in an attempt to soothe the itch of anxiety. "Don't often see girls alone." His statement wasn't to eat her out, but Jacob made sure not to make any rash movements to throw her off. Honestly, she had him in the perfect spot if she wanted to take him on herself. He wasn't threatening, the softest soul you'd know when you did try to get to know Jacob. "Heading anywhere specific?"<br/>
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He cracked a grin at the teasing question, causing a small dent in his left cheek to form. The dimple wavered when he felt the corners of his lips pull up; the smile felt almost wrong in the moment. He cleared his throat, teasing the awkward silence while his eyes tried to peer over the edge to see what was going on. They'd abandoned the car, pushing into the building, led only by the presence of humanity. Staying in one place for too long had never really been his style.<br/>
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