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He wasn't surprised that Ash wasn't immediately on board with joining the gang. Jacob did have some bad feelings, but he was trying to think about how it could benefit them in the long run. He wasn't thinking too hard on the decision since they still had yet to encounter the group and see how they were feeling. There was a chance that Ash and Jacob were still considered threats. He shrugged his hands into his pockets, and swiftly moved along with the change of subject. Jacob rattled off the details that Vince and Carl had given him about what was considered valuable. "Maybe if we pillage through a few houses we can get lucky." It was likely they'd already been run through, but unless you had a team you couldn't take everything. There were plenty of times Jacob got lucky, like the boots he had on his feet. Finding them in such good condition and in his size was a miracle in itself.<br/>
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They finally reached the car, which was just as busted looking as it had been when they left it. At least it seemed their attempts at hiding it paid off. Everything was still in place and to their luck it was still running. It wouldn't be long before it conked out and they'd need gas. This was one of the major reasons Jacob considered getting on the good side of the Devil's gang. They were fueling their vehicles and bikes some way, if they expected to get this car anywhere, they would have to make their way. Offering their labor was easier than hoping to find a diamond amongst rubble. But even Jacob could tell that the car wouldn't survive a long drive. He didn't argue about driving and got behind the driver's seat. If they were going to just leave it, they might as well try to get what they could out of it. He pressed the gas a little before starting to pull reverse out of their makeshift parking spot.<br/>
"You know, they could probably use this for parts, scrap metal even. We should offer the car to them." Jacob maybe was pressing his luck, but it was hard not to feel lucky when it seemed they were getting lucky every second. Coming across another car on their travels wasn't impossible.<br/>
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"How long do you think we should stay?" He knew Ash was on admission to find her sister. Jacob wanted to get to the Isle too and he had hopes his family was still alive, but he couldn't find the strength to believe that fate would be so kind as to have them just there and waiting for him.<br/>
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