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He had to agree that it was time they started to set up their own place. Hopefully they could choose a house that wasn't surrounded by that many people. While they lucked out with Carl and the others, they couldn't put their trust or faith that the others were just as nice. Jacob hated the idea of having to be on guard again, it made his anxiety even worse. But there was some comfort as he realized he wasn't alone, and he didn't have to do this alone. Ash had his back. She'd proven that time and time again. He turned toward the left. The road was much less smooth, bumpy as they seemed to be driving now on a dirt road rather than pavement.<br/>
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He came to a slow crawl with the vehicle, peeking his head over and close to Ash to get a look out her side of the car. The home looked just as abandoned as the others, but it was day time. There had to be some activity if someone was living there. Jacob's greater worry was that the further they were in the woods, the likelihood of something coming out of those trees was high. They should survey the area – sometimes the zombies were just waiting for their first night of a human, coming out of some coma like steak and going for their next victim. He couldn't imagine. It was that which he was worried about when Ash hopped out of the car by the time he stopped. Jacob quickly got out to follow after her.<br/>
"You know running off like that isn't safe," he grumbled. Though he couldn't really be upset. The lake was more like a stream, but if they dug enough, they could probably make it easier to access more of it. It didn't outright look bad but purifying it would be for the best.<br/>
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Stomping through overgrown grass, he surveyed the outside of the home. He walked around back, not seeing any movement or detecting any gaping holes that could lead them to being vulnerable. The small cottage like home would be hard to hide any secrets and that included people who possibly were still living there. His guess? The home probably belonged to an elderly couple judging from the dual rocking chairs on the porch. They'd been eaten at, weathered, and decorated with thick draping spiderwebs. By the time he got to the front, he could make out the sound of Ash trying to pry her way in. The door was probably sealed shut, stuck from not being accessed. Though when he got to her it was clear something was blocking the door.<br/>
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They were making too much noise for it to be someone occupying the house. He cleared away a bit of dust and looked inside.<br/>
"It's a fucking body," he cursed. He couldn't tell if it was alive or not. After a few more pushes with her knife and Jacob shouldering hard enough, they were able to push inside. As disgusting as it was, he had to make sure there was no lie. He bent down, his hand picking at the dying flesh. No groaning, no twitching – they didn't have to worry unless there was another hiding somewhere – the man's wife or something. He pushed the body to the side. They'd come in through the kitchen, which for the most part seemed fine. Though the distinct smell of something rotten couldn't be avoided. He was afraid to open the fridge. The right had a hallway which he assumed led to the bathrooms and bedrooms. There were little disturbances, nothing that would indicate they'd been the victims of the monsters. Cleared shelves, drawers knocked over.<br/>
"They probably were robbed," he said with a whisper and a twinge of sadness. Things had been so crazy those first couple of months. "Thoughts? Should we pick this place clean or just take the first place that comes along?"<br/>
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