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Jacob definitely didn't want to overstay their welcome. Besides, they had nothing to offer – though if Carl and Vincent were willing to help them out and let them stay, maybe there was still some hope left for humanity. Jacob looked past Ash out of the window. The weather didn't look any better and while the house was old, it would definitely keep them in place – there was no telling how strong the winds could get in the car had already been through so much.<br/>
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"We really don't want to intrude," Jacob said. He could tell by the look on the men's faces that they were not expecting guests. Accounting for two more mouths to feed would shift their routine altogether. Lorraine was having none of the objections before the men could even get their mouths open. Jacob couldn't hide his smile. The woman reminded him a lot of his mother.<br/>
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"Well, just a night. Until the storm lets up at least," Carl grumbled. "Vince can show you to the rooms."<br/>
"We'll get something cooking soon. This much rain, looks like we don't have to alternate baths. I'll send Leslie up with some supplies." Jacob looked toward Ash to see that she was okay with this. Honestly, while there had been some tensions in the beginning, it seemed the family wasn't a threat to them either. Jacob just hoped they wouldn't wake up to both of them rolling on a spit surrounded by cannibals. He followed Carl and Vince upstairs. There were three rooms, one for each family. Their room was void of much furniture. There was a small four drawer dresser, a full sized bed with no sheets and just the mattress and a tv that Jacob bet got absolutely no reception. He'd slept in worse conditions.<br/>
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The mere sight of a bed made his back crack – he wasn't at all picky. Carl soon returned with the blankets and a pillow.<br/>
"Only got one extra. Leslie will be up soon with your bath water. It's at the end of the hall – as you'd imagine the plumbing is so so – if it's serious business we recommend going outside." Jacob chuckled nervously before thanking him. He took his backpack off to get another broader look at the room. It sounded nice – what they had. It wasn't normal, but it was the closest thing to it.<br/>
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