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All Jacob could think of was that worst case scenario, she could go barreling through the hoard of zombies and if he ended up injured, at least he wouldn't end up dead. He rehabbed his bag and did a few hops as he accustomed his body to the weight of it on his back. Jacob was right on Ash's tail; she made her way to the door and began her descent inside. The smell of rotting flesh was already starting to overcome the corner store and coming from the fresh scent of outside didn't help. Jacob plugged his nose briefly before he controlled his breathing through his mouth. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, following behind Ash until they both split at the back of the store. He could make out the faint groaning and the scratchy sound of worn soles and shoes love the tiled floors as walkers wandered in the dark. They didn't sleep . . . more just falling into this in between stages of consciousness and . . . well darkness. Though, he wondered if they were at all really conscious. You couldn't turn back to a human once you were a zombie right?<br/>
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There was still a lot that they didn't know. The panic had been the worst thing about the pandemic.<br/>
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Jacob only had a moment of peace after he nodded toward Ash. A walker had surprised him around the corner, leaving him little time to reach for the hilt of his knife. His hands fought against the putrid and soiled clothing, pushing upward until clumps of skin split between his fingers as Jacob brought the zombie down. He was caught around the leg, grunting as he fought for his knife before swinging the blade through the air and cutting the arm off. His eyes flashed through the unkempt strands of hair that fell in front of his face. Jacob could hear the slumbering of the walkers coming to an end and in the distance, the jingle of the front door. He could only hope Ash made it through.<br/>
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By the time he was outside, he could see the tail end of smoke in the air as the truck sped off and Jacob did his hardest in fighting off the zombies. There was a bitter taste in his mouth at the possibility that Ash had left him behind, but then he heard the screeching of tires as she turned around. He jumped out of the way just in time, before under a rain of zombie bodies he jumped into the passenger side. Jacob's hand was closing the door shut just as Ash was speeding away. He sighed out, finally allowing his lungs the full expanse of breath as he relaxed into the seat. He couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped him as his fist met the dashboard.<br/>
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They'd made it.<br/>
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Jacob extended a fist out to bump in recognition.<br/>
"Fuck that felt good." He leaned forward, fumbling with the radio. Unsurprisingly there wasn't anything playing but a bunch of static. Though, after popping open the glove compartment, Jacob managed to find a couple mixtapes. That wasn't the only thing to be discovered. "Holy shit." It was a long shot getting a connection depending on tower strength, but there was a <i>chance</i>. He pulled out the microphone, his hand clicking the sensor until he heard a scramble of static.<br/>
"Hello? Hello, is there anyone out there?" Jacob sat at the transmitter before turning it off. It wasn't a complete loss but a sour ending to their escape. He put in the mixtape, fortunate for them the guy was a real big eighties rock fan. Jacob figured he would do his part as passenger by leading them with the map. He read off a couple of cities.<br/>
"Any of those sound viable?" She had been out this way longer than him. He'd want them stocked up as much as possible if they were to be turned away. "Which direction is that mall?"<br/>
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