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"I have to say that rich on rich crime would've been lovely to see. I was actually in San Francisco when the outbreak hit – or I'd just gotten back." The horrors that Ash expressed seeing were the same as what he experienced when he landed. By the time he'd returned from one of his trips, the virus had already grown past the infancy stage of illness. Fevers spiked beyond control and there were tales of patients still able to have bodily functions despite how it seemed the virus had melted their brains to mush. Whatever cognitive feature kept humans from ripping each other's throats out were all but gone. Except, it was still early on and there were just sporadic cases rather than having to worry about the whole lot of the homeless in the Tenderloin banding together to make a buffet out of the people.<br/>
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"I just remember landing and the airport is a mess. There are people scramming and screaming and trying to board the plane I just got off of. High rank, I was a bit on the know but it was far <i>far</i> worse than they were making it seem. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. No matter the medals, I wasn't that high ranking to know that <i>this</i> was the result." They'd been studying the virus since the first patient. Jacob found it hard to believe they were unaware of the development. "If I'd known I would've gotten here sooner. I could've –" Jacob clamped his lips tightly, his jaw flexing against the tense shut mode.<br/>
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He cleared his throat. "I got to my place and they'd already ransacked the apartment. My fiancé had just started to turn before. . . '' Jacob shifted in his seating position, turning his gaze down to his hands. He picked at the worn red cuticles. "I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do. I paired up with my neighbors and we were close for a while. But you know how groups go – the male ego,." He snorted and offered an awkward crooked smile to help ease the tension. "The paranoia. . . it got to be too much." So was killing another woman he dared to get close to. Jacob was not going to allow that to happen this time. Though, with their similar backgrounds, he felt he didn't have to worry about Ash; they were both out here to survive.<br/>
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He fluffed his backpack and laid back to lean on it, starting to relax now under the sun. He'd realized this was the calmest day he'd had in a while. There was no need to panic or keep a guard out for drifters or thieves. As far as he was concerned, they were safe from the zombies beneath – it was almost attempting to call this roof their oasis. But he knew they wouldn't survive up here. How soon before one of them was so annoyed with another that off the roof they went? Suicide was always an option. Jacob had already made the decision he wouldn't allow himself to become a zombie. The last bullet in his gun was reserved for himself if necessary.<br/>
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"You've been by yourself this whole time? Must've been a kickass soldier. You got anyone out there?"<br/>
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