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Jacob didn't need to add on to her comment. It was true after all, how were they going to be able to stop this widespread virus that seemed to mutate faster and faster as the days passed. At least, it had been that way in the beginning. By now, it was kind of easy to spot the beginning symptoms, but it had been a while since Jacob had to deal with that. He couldn't imagine the horrors of having to watch someone give birth and change right after. The shiver down his back made him sit straighter, his brows pulled in concentration of not allowing himself to imagine that scene in his head. That was the last thing he wanted to have any inkling of a memory of – he imagined it was a daily struggle for Ash not to let that get her down. It was easy to fall into depression with monotony, even as wild and crazy as the world around them seemed, Jacob had found himself not without routine.<br/>
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His hand reached up to mimic her grip as he kept his dog tags still chained around his neck, along with his and Adrianna's engagement rings. Jacob patted his chest affectionately.<br/>
"I can imagine being without your sister is hard . . . but a twin?" It was childish, too predictable to say aloud though he was sure that Ash had thought of it herself. Would she <i>know</i> if her twin had been changed? He'd seen twins interact. He couldn't say definitely there was any logic or truth to one being able to feel when the other was in pain. But twins had this bond that did seem to stretch beyond mortal comprehension. Just like a wife falling ill after the loss of a soulmate – dying from a broken heart was very much a real thing.<br/>
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"Alright alright, I see you're a bit cocky." Jacob chuckled, glad to find that they were at least warming up to one another. Spending time together meant getting comfortable and while it was safer to have their guard up, becoming partners meant they had to entrust some sense of vulnerability with one another. Though, Jacob was sure that Ash had her own secrets. "You've heard of Delta Force I'm sure?" The not-so-secret task group was well known for the counterterrorism missions. "I didn't get higher than Lieutenant. As quick as I was to enlist, I was kind of ready to be done with everything by this point. You know . . .raising a family and all that shit. If you did hear about me, it was mostly in my youth. On my first tour I was a bit of a jackass, but I was the strongest shooter. Guess I owe something to my survival at least." He shrugged, thinking that the past was the past and whatever medals and honors they were awarded then didn't mean anything now. There was a whole new world order, currency not the same, the value of human life . . .of anything weighted and questioned when at one point even a fetus' opinion counted more. Now your only concern was was it <i>worth</i> it to have a baby in this day and age.<br/>
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"Do you have any idea where your sister is?" It'd only occurred to Jacob then to take a look at his map. It was still holding up well, despite how long he'd had it for. The edges were frayed and close to ripping – he'd used it to protect him from the rain until he found shelter once. What was messed up was filled in with a pen by him, so the map was more handwritten by this point. Jacob pulled it out, securing one end with his pack and the other with the heel of his boot. Bright red x marks indicated where he'd come from, complete dead zones with nothing to offer, not even zombies. "You ever hear anything specific about the Isle? I've heard off the coast of Southern California, but something is telling me Mexico. I remember a bit of discussion about the Catalina base."<br/>
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