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Jacob's throat ached even more by the time he wakes up, but sleeping had helped with the pang in his stomach and the thirst. At least with sleep he didn't have to focus on the dread of his existence too much. His hand reached for the engagement ring dangling along with his dog tags. It all seemed simple. He had a gun with six bullets. He only needed one. And yet – Jacob was telling himself that there was something to live for. Maybe there was an island out here for survivors; would he find his parents? His sister? He knew the weight of such crippling thoughts and if Jacob expected to survive another day, it was best he focus on what was going on now. He wasn't that far from the nearest market, unfortunately considering there were slim pickings of food, there weren't any zombies he'd have to face when he exited the house, he'd stayed shacked up in.<br/>
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He'd decided to do another sweep of the house before he left. The kitchen and bedrooms were pretty clean of anything useful. Though, he'd found a couple new pairs of shirts and underwear. Jacob was used to the first and the crime, that uncomfortable feeling of old clothes stiff against your body – he'd survived boot camp after all. The simplest things could make you feel <i>human</i> again; <i>normal</i>. Another man's boxer briefs just so happened to be top of Jacob's list.<br/>
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It seemed kind of stupid, but by now it was sort of a ritual as he went through each any every room, rummaging through a stranger's belongings with little care. It served him right to find the owner of the house swinging from the hanger rod in his closet. Jacob jumped back, his hand immediately reaching to grip his chest in hopes to tame his frantic beating heart. His lip curled up against his nose from the stench that had started to work outward from its cramped quarters, eager to filtrate the open air. He was almost out of there until he spotted the rabbit foot keychain dangling from the pants pocket. It was a long shot maybe, but Jacob still reached for it. He hadn't spotted a car on the way in. If he was lucky it was sitting in good shape in the garage.<br/>
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Partially lucky.<br/>
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The 2020 Hyundai was barely filled with enough gas and one of the tires had gone flat already. If he was lucky he could at least make it out of the community and save his feet the trouble. Though his soles had hardened by now considering how much he'd been walking. It wasn't long before he came up on the first store which appeared to be a CVS.<br/>
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The car had been a saving grace and admittedly and while the store had already been picked and looted clean, he was at least able to find Fix a Flat. It seemed like a good start to the day, until he'd turned the corner of the aisle to find zombies leaning into the storefront window.<br/>
"Shit." Jacob' s hand reached for the hit of the machete strapped to his waist. Maybe he'd spoken too soon. There was only way out of here though and he was sure – positive that maybe today would be the day he died. He'd been completely unaware of the angel apparently watching over him.<br/>
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