Jacob blinked, looking around at the unfamiliar world before him. He stood before the gate leading towards the Fantastic District, where the Fantastics lived, the vast majority being unfit for any chance of cohabitation. And of course, that zone of voracious beings was where he was headed, in search of a set of files, within an old, abandoned hospital, that carried a rather hefty reward. Jacob, rather freshly an adult, had decided to take up the offer to find the files, the immense sum and the opportunity to explore luring him in. He glanced around, noticing a few others who were also going for the prize, most being swarmed with reporters. He lightly smiled to himself. He had always been a somewhat shy person, so being surrounded by the media was not his idea of fun. Luckily, he was still young enough to pull off the patented 'teenage-leave-me-the-hell-alone' glower. This, along with the fact that a random young adult going for the prize wasn't that newsworthy, kept the vast majority of people away.<br/><br/>Shouldering the large backpack he was wearing, he felt glad that he had enough cash to be able to buy some tools. Some basic first aid supplies, plenty of clothing and vinegar (he hoped his plan of 'tasting absolutely vile' would dissuade some Fantastics), high-quality goggles, a few flashbangs, a couple of large knives (having never used a gun before, he figured 'about to be devoured by a Fantastic' was not the optimal time to learn), a stunprod and taser, plenty of food and drink (should his first plan fail, his second would be 'throw food at the thing') along with some basic survival supplies. Wearing a thick trenchcoat, boots, a shirt and pant, gloves, a scarf, goggles, and a beanie, he hoped he looked unappetizing enough.<br/><br/>Jacob sighed. He had agreed to this, so he might as well get a move on. Steeling his nerves, he stepped forward, and headed off into the desolate city, deciding to head off to the right and make his way inwards, sticking to buildings.