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As long as no bullets went flying, Jacob was willing to comply. Fortunately, the most important thing to him was his and Adrianna's rings which were dangled from his dog tacks and tucked away beneath his shirt. He'd a few tokens he had picked up, some smaller pocket knives and of course his gun that still only had one bullet in it. Aside from that, they had slim pickings. It didn't seem like Ash wasn't worried either.<br/>
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Vincent had whistled which Jacob presumed was a sign that it was all clear. The woman and teenage girl he had seen from the photo poked their head over the banister as they slowly came down the stairs. Vince's wife, he presumed, followed.<br/>
"Just us five. Some groups are bigger, but we tend to stick to ourselves. It's easier that way, especially when barter time comes around."<br/>
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"Barter times?"<br/>
"We all collectively get together sometimes in the Square, trade items. The Devil's Gang accepts anything as long as it's valuable; sometimes if they really like what you've got, you get a little extra. Water, food, clothes – you name it. They send people out sometimes on retrieval trips. There's still a lot of stuff out there if you know where to look." Their bags were tossed back to them. It didn't seem like they had anything that they could want, Jacob wouldn't blame them.<br/>
"That reminds me, we should be collecting water. Don't know when well get rain like this again." A woman with rich red hair had come downstairs, passing by them toward the kitchen where he could hear pots and pans clanging.<br/>
"That's Lorraine, my daughter Leslie, and Janice. And of course, that's Vince. Carl Hayes," he introduced himself last. The teenage girl gave a meek smile in their direction but along with Janice went into the kitchen. Jacob could hear a back screen door screech open and shut close.<br/>
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"How long have you guys been living like this?" Jacob asked as he slung his backpack back over his shoulders. He was preparing for the inevitable: them being kicked out. Though, there was some hope that the conversation between them was a good sign that they would be allowed to stay.<br/>
"Since . . . well everything broke out. We kept to ourselves well enough, stocked up the basement of course." Vince seemed more relaxed and leaned against the entryway. Carl had already put the gun away, stuffing it into the back of his jeans. "Weve managed to keep the fuckers out, no ones changed in months." Jacob would believe this was the Isle if they said so – to him it sounded as close to perfection you could get.<br/>
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"Not many people think this way. What led you through our parts?"<br/>
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