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There were plenty of people who used their bad childhood to excuse shitty behavior or not making anything of themselves. Jacob couldn't say it was easy and he wouldn't lie about his upbringing. Sure, he had his share of trouble, but he'd have to say that he had a great childhood. His mother hated the idea of him going into the army, but he was still unsure of what he was actually really good at or what his interests were. Would he have made a different decision after all these years? Probably not; the army had given him the stability he wanted and needed and it helped cultivate the life he wanted for his own family. He just wishes he got a chance to see it through.<br/>
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"I hope your sister is there." He didn't believe in magic, but Jacob had to say that maybe fate had played a hand in the two of them meeting. They were both in search of partnership without knowing. Together, it was possible they could see to getting out of this mess alive. The town line noted that there at one point used to be over twelve thousand people living in the city. That small a number it was likely that most of them were overrun by the virus, but the few who weren't had more than likely bonded together. It explains why they were so hostile toward outsiders.<br/>
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Jacob turned his head to see that Ash had hung back a little and was deviating toward the right. He spotted the mailbox she looked over and joined along her side. Jacob opened the box, scrunching his face immediately at the mildew smell that emanated from inside. The further they walked, the closer an old house came into view. The fence around the back suggested that maybe at one point it had been a farm, or maybe a family who tended to raise their own vegetables. That hadn't been uncommon for the few conspiracists that believed that the government was poisoning the food long before the virus hit.<br/>
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"We should be careful." Jacob was more concerned for Ash, even though she had shown she was more than capable of caring for herself. Still, he made sure to follow behind her, looking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one jumped out on them suddenly. Up close the house looked worse for wear and judging by the boards closing off the windows and door, it was likely that it had been unoccupied long before the <i>end of the world, </i>or whatever they were to call the state of the world now.<br/>
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With how far it was, Jacob wasn't really on to argue. He'd been spoiled by the car and with all the action that took place today, he was ready to sit down. He started up the steps of the home, cursing as his foot went straight through fragile old wood. One large leap forward and he was on the porch which with each movement creaked concerningly. He looked over his shoulder and extended his hand for Ash to help him rover the hole. If the wood was as weak as the floorboards, it wouldn't take much effort to get inside, but <i>what</i> could be inside was still worrisome. A drifter could've come by here long ago, just waiting on its next meal to walk in.<br/>
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