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Walking made them prone to more attacks and especially theft. In the beginning it wasn't uncommon to find dead bodies, petrified with faces of fear or anger and it was clear from their last stance, they were trying to protect something. Usually, your backpack was your lifeline. It had absolutely everything you couldn't live without and it was easy to carry. By now it was common practice you always kept your eye on your pack. Jacob had been accustomed to this as he had a bunkmate that had sticky hands. But it was no secret that what was most valuable lay inside of the bag; you had to learn not to be too obvious about the <i>goods</i> you had, even if you didn't think they were worth much to anyone. Worth now was completely subjective. Jacob would fight for an ice cold bottle of Coke than a hundred dollar bill at this point.<br/>
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He was drawn out of his daze by the silence that followed Ash's questions. Jacob closed his eyes tight to try and rewind the last few seconds of the conversation. They had been talking about music –<br/>
"Do I like music? Is that a serious question?" He cracked a crooked grin at her and chuckled, shaking his head. "Yes, surprisingly you are not alone blondie. I suppose I'm one of the weird eclectic types." Jacob shrugged. No stranger to sports in high school and one cause of boot camp, Jacob grew up around a lot of different people. That meant different music, different food and cultures. And just because he was from Beverly Hills didn't mean that he had this amazingly rich and lavish life. "We moved to South La by the time I started highschool. I grew up on rap, Chicano music. . . but I mean who <i>doesn't</i> love the classics? My dad played it all the time in his shop, no new music." Jacob couldn't recall the complete lyrics to any song that was popular just six months ago, but an oldie whether rock or r &amp; b was easy to draw him into a memory of a simpler and more relaxing time in his life.<br/>
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"Unfortunately, though, you're stuck with me. I think that makes us <i>best friends</i> in fact." Jacob wouldn't have been so surprised to find that the Isle did have elites and celebrities. They wouldn't be living their normal lavish life, but he suspected they were doing a shit ton better than the fans and folks they left behind. "By now they have to be at each other's throats. They Are Human . . . well the ones that aren't clones." He teased her with the famous conspiracy. Considering the crazy world order, they were living in and medical advancements, it wasn't a real far-off possibility to be cloned. Just more proof of how man seemed to be worrying about the wrong thing. Ash was right, this was natural warfare and Earth was trying to rid herself of the parasite of men. "They can't have everything they need and even if they did, it wouldn't last long." Maybe by luck they would come across someone directly from the Isle. Now that would be the way in.<br/>
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"So, did you stick to buildings? Commercial and market? Houses were my first go to." As depressing as it sounded Jacob had survived a great deal at an old nursing home where most of the victims had been fed off of by the staff.<br/>
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