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Lorraine and the others certainly had enough, and they were kind. Jacob didn't doubt it wouldn't take much to start up a trading system with them. He was positive, like Ash, the chances of them catching a few wild animals just from the graves alone. He should feel bad about human compost, but then he'd have to feel bad for every person buried away in a cemetery. Jacob had himself a little chuckle then, thinking about how most zombie movies had them springing from the ground after they'd already died – so, it did make it a bit odder killing a walker. In fact, it made Jacob curious about what was really going on in their minds. Was there any brain activity there? His jaw shifted in thought to the bag that Carl and Vince had with them – the strange outline shape that seemed too big for an animal. He tried to climb out of his head before he fell down a well of thought he wasn't prepared for, distracted by Ash who had already started on the next hole. Taking a break did seem counterproductive. This was the hardest he'd worked the last couple of months and he suspected the moment he sat down, it'd take a while before he wanted to get up.<br/>
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With the second body tucked into the grave, still uncovered, Jacob figured they'd done enough for the moment. He sunk to the ground, his feet shamelessly dangling on the inside of the dug hole. He tried to imagine the woman alive – judging by the extra fabric that still hung from her decaying frame he could only presume she was a heavy set woman. It made him think of his mother and suddenly he had the taste of sweet potato pie in his mouth. Ash's comment seemed to make sense, the most logical thing someone could say or believe in such illogical times.<br/>
"I guess it's the same thing with the Isle don't you think? We don't know it's there. Someone told us it was and we hope it is – same thing about God or who the fuck knows what to call it. I think something has to get evolution jump started." He chewed on his bottom lip. "Don't think I'd be forcing my kids to go to church every Sunday or follow every single word . . . but I think about maybe how much worse the world would be if <i>some </i>people didn't believe in the good book at all. It should be natural for us to be good . . . but I think you know – some people need a helping hand." The air was getting a bit cooler now that it was pushing into late afternoon. Jacob heard some rustling in the bushes and his hand immediately went for his knife attached to his side. A pair of fuzzy gray ears could be seen before disappearing and reappearing.<br/>
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"Sounds like dinner."<br/>
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