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"He's probably got more stuff in the trunk." Jacob didn't really look around too much. Once he knew the car was running, that was all that mattered. Thinking back to the house, it didn't seem like the man was often home. Even with it being a pandemic, it was still pretty clean. Jacob wouldn't have been surprised if the man was a trucker or someone who'd probably just come back from working on the road – must've been shitty coming home to such chaos. He'd check the trunk whenever they stopped. <br/>
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"Elsewood," Jacob repeated. "They've got an aircraft showroom out that way. I'm sure it's probably been ransacked by now, but they're bound to have some supplies probably still stashed away." It was a little out of their way, but he had a strong gut feeling. "They hold this show every year, kind of like a history of the airplane. It's near an open field which means less likely anyone bothered to go out that far – not if they expect to get away with carrying a lot out." The skies. it made so much sense to him now why the vehicles were abandoned. Though he was sure flying from one hell hole to the next didn't make it better; was it much more fun to die in Paris? <br/>
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He adjusted the seat after tossing in one of the mixtapes, the familiar hum of radio coming alive slowly before there was the drop in beat. He eventually recognized the Smiths' tune playing. Jacob definitely identified with the need to just disappear, using music as an escape from the madness around them. He'd be plugged in twenty-four seven if he had the option. <br/>
"What tapes have you collected so far?" He imagined she already had slim pickings. CDs were practically historical artifacts by this point. How many more relics from their lives would be seen as items of the past? With nothing but the road before them and the light strumming of the guitar playing through the speakers, Jacob could actually imagine this as a road trip. For the first time in weeks, he actually felt some kind of hope and it was terrifying. What would happen if there was no Isle? If there was no mall? What if all there was to their lives was this? Waking up and fighting a bunch of zombies just to go to sleep, wake up, and do this shit all over again?<br/>
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