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Jacob could smell the rain in the air before the first crack of thunder. He used to hate the rain, but it helped to wipe away the stench of death that did still hang in the air. It was hard to see through the windows considering the thick layer of dust that covered each pane. He managed to get through the first layer with the back of his hand, but they wouldn't be able to see anything considering how little light they had. With both of them working at once they were able to easily ply the board off, and to their luck the door was unlocked. Jacob's nose turned up and twisted in efforts to keep from sneezing. He wiped away the thin layer of perspiration on his forehead. After breaking into many houses with no heat, water, or light, he'd become used to his eyes having to adjust to the dark. The two story home wasn't enough to be considered abandoned, despite what the boards suggested. To him it seemed more like someone's poor attempt at safeguarding the house from the outside. Though, if they were lucky, those people were long gone.<br/>
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The house shook from a much louder rumble and after just a second of silence came the harsh pattering of water against the windows and the roof of the home. Jacob hoped that a house that stood up this long had a roof that wouldn't come crashing down on their heads. Rain started to pattern the window and from the outside he could see the trees beginning to sway as the wind picked up. It'd be smart of them to find a pot or something to collect water – Jacob was not going to miss out on the opportunity of a proper bath and decent drinking water.<br/>
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A clean sweep was much more important, he'd be able to relax knowing they didn't have anyone or anything to worry about coming to attack them in the middle of the night. Over creaky floorboards they continued down the hall, old portraits were still hung up. Jacob could make out a mother and daughter and portly fellow in jean overalls, possibly a cat in the woman's lap or just a real small dog. He didn't linger to check, trying to keep close to Ash who'd already wandered through to the living room. To their right and through an arched entryway was the dining table. The candle holder had one lone candle, almost burned to the end but even the china cabinets were empty. Someone <i>had</i> definitely been here.<br/>
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Jacob met back in the living room. As much as he hated the idea of getting caught in the rain, the deep pit in his stomach that grew wider with each passing second couldn't be ignored. This house wasn't abandoned. Jacob's head turned to find the dark skinned male with wild hazel eyes. He had his hand on the trigger and as shaky as his voice was, Jacob didn't doubt he would do good on his promise of pulling it. He was less impressive head on, tall in the most awkward way and probably used to making himself small considering how eager his shoulders pushed up against his ears. The rifle looked thicker than him, but Jacob too had lost a lot of weight over the last few months.<br/>
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Giving up their weapons left them even more defenseless and Jacob was a bit more resistant than Ash in following orders until heavier footsteps came down the stairs. The silver haired gentleman locked around the corner before, stomach peeping first before the rest of his body followed.<br/>
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"We didn't think anyone was here. We just got a little lost."<br/>
"You sure as hell is lost." Jacob could hear a few other footsteps upstairs which distracted him. His eyes looked upward, watching a shadow pass over. The Black man walked closer to gain his attention before kicking the knife back. He motioned toward the knife that Jacob kept on his hip. Jacob wrapped his hand firmly around it.<br/>
"We don't want any trouble. We just – need somewhere to stay."<br/>
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Carl and Vincent had been best friends since they were younger. They'd always been considered weird and crazy, but Vince got it the worse. Being Black and nerdy was hard enough – but adding conspiracy nuts seemed to take the cake. Vince hadn't ever thought the situation would get this bad, but he had been preparing for years and when the time came, he brought his wife to Vincent's house where they hoped to wait out the worst of it. Planning, being smart, and keeping their unit locked tight – it was the only way they'd been surviving.<br/>
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"Where are you from?" Carl asked. Jacob looked toward Ash. "No way you came on foot."<br/>
"We drove. We're a little outside of River County." Both men looked at each other, a sudden recollection passing over their faces.<br/>
"You're the cause of all that noise out there earlier?"<br/>
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