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"I feel like they're living just as flawlessly as we are. Though, it's a bit smaller. I bet it would suck to have your own friends or at least people you thought were your friends, just turn on you." It was no secret how fake people in the <i>industry</i> were. Clout chasing was a big and real thing despite how much it was previously tossed around and, in most times, the wrong occasion. Though, the people who you talked shit about and yet did interviews with the biggest smiles . . . could you imagine being around that kind of energy? Never being able to get away? And validation . . . Without the distractions of movies and tv, booze or drugs, life didn't seem boring, it just seemed pointless. But so were the hours you cached online. Or those nights you get blacked out with your friends. "We're all human."<br/>
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Jacob looked out the window where in the distance a walker fed on another. He was still pretty <i>fresh </i>looking, leaving the job to believe there were others like them out there. He could trust Ash had his back at the corner store, but now that they were in the car he should've been a bit more alert possibly. Yet, he just couldn't see her as the type of person to fuck anyone over.<br/>
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"I think were the lucky ones." He chuckled and shook his head. The one percent were used to lavish lifestyles and events just seeming to work out in their favor. By now it probably had finally sunk in that there is no rescue team, that they were all just as lost and desolate as the rest of the world . . . just <i>safer</i>. "It doesn't hurt to be positive. It feels relieving honestly." Jacob knew he couldn't romanticize this situation. Even now, despite Ash being the first woman he'd come across in weeks, he was resisting the urge to become so placid. They had to be alert. <i>He </i>had to be alert. But something still kept him going and that was that maybe there was a lot of gold at the end of all this bullshit. Or was this just some kind of test by the gods? Jacob didn't know, but nothing had stopped him from just eating his gun at this point.<br/>
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"What do you think it'll be like when this is over? You think mankind can recover?" It wasn't like earth hadn't been through a recycling process before.<br/>
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