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ASH CARDALE<br/>
:･ﾟ✧<b><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">abandon all hope who enter here</span> </b>✧･ﾟ:*<br/>
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she smiled at jacob as she walked out, greeting him and also admittedly glad to see he wasn't psychoed in the bath. he was freshly clean now and she could better see him now. the tan of his skin and evident cuts along his biceps. his face seemed to open up more with his hair now brushed and beard cleaned nicer, like she could get a better view of him now. "it's not much. if i knew we would have had company i'd cook up one of the last roasts. we don't often have meats around. we grow and make all our food...or try to at least." ash took a seat at the table. the two men coming to join them all. it was then that lorraine bowed her head and took the hands beside her. the rest of the family seemed to do the same. ash gave jacob a look as if to say 'what do we do?' and slowly bent her head as well. religion was never something ash cared for. but she envied people who did. wouldn't it be amazing to hope in something? to have such a strong belief that you'd spend your life protected by an unknown deities and one day that thing would give them a happy existence beyond death. to believe that this life is not it. not the only thing we experience, it's only a stepping stone that leads to something greater. but that was a fairytale, ash believed. just a story mixed up from years of being told. translation errors, mistakes, secrets, lies. but the face that lorraine and this family still believed after everything they've gone through feel some sort of comfort. <br/>
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as lorraine finished her prayer and the group said their amen's everyone began passing around the dinner they had. she didn't care if it was salted rocks she was starving. both men seemed silent, eyeing eachother and then to jacob and ash. she didn't blame them. they were strangers in a house with their family. lorraine didn't seem to noice as she looked back up and smiled brightly to jacob then to ash. "so how long have you two been married, hm?"<br/>
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ash blinked, silent for a second and then shook her head "oh no i uh...sort of met him just yesterday." she could see carl and vincent pause again, looking to each other. that was her fault, she should have lied and ran with it. everyone felt bad for a struggling couple out against the world? love and romance and fighting and whatever, right? but she was too far gone now. "i was travelling on my own. i...lost my group a while back. i saved jacob at a convenience store that was overrun by zombies. and then turns out we both are apart of the military,or ex military now i suppose, and then we sort of just stayed together. it feels nice talking to someone else. any longer i'd probably start talking to a volleyball." <br/>
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"oh sorry, i just assumed. you both seem so comfortable around each other for just meeting a day ago."<br/>
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