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This was the way of the world, or at least their world for now. Jacob was sure that there was the chance that things were back to <i>normal</i> or at least a bit more <i>civilized</i> and what they were used to on the Isle. Or maybe the fantastic tales they heard in passing were just that: stories. It wouldn’t be unusual for this utopia and wonderland to have been created out of the dreams and wishes of the desolate that there was a chance that this wasn’t all the world was left to. There had to be others like <i>them</i> somewhere waiting to take them in and shelter them from the outside world and the monsters that now inhabited it – both zombie and not.<br/>
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Jacob couldn't help but crack another grin at her.<br/>
“This is the part where I admit I'm a cannibal. Seems we both lucked out.” He’d wanted to stay away from the topic of food. Jacob spaced his meals out accordingly. He'd already used up a lot of energy from the fight alone, too much to depend on what semblance of fullness he still had from dinner. That was very little. He reached for his pack and rattled around until he could find his stash of minutes which was depleting. The flavor wasn’t fully there after all this time, nor did you get that pungent bright burn from the minty flavor upon first bite. However, it did well in getting him to ignore that aching grumble in his abdomen. He offered the rusted green can out to her. They’d have to get used to sharing if they were going to be together. It wasn't at all unusual and honestly Jacob thought that his time in the field had prepared him for this: terrible sleeping conditions, rationing, and turning to a stranger and depending on them to have your back. Though Ash could turn on him at any moment, Jacob couldn’t find it in him. Not yet.<br/>
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He hoped he never got to that point.<br/>
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“Beverly Hills,” he sings. He knew that the city was known more than for the Weezer hit song. They were only about three or so hours away, at least Jacob figured from the last sign he’d read. The world had kind of folded in on itself – it wasn’t just the virus that's changed everything. Over the years with climate change and tensions rise and smoothed out between countries, the state kind of separated itself from the others. It did make Jacob courteous though as to how the rest of the world was dealing with this. Their own president had gone silent – many thinking she and her family were carted off to a private and safe destination with other royals and wealthy citizens while the poor, per usual, was left to figure it out. “How about you? Do you still remember . . . that day?”<br/>
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