Jacob tilted the iPod to the side then grinned. Six months and we was an expert at just about every kind of game you could get for the small device. Whether it be some racing game, or a flying game, to a shoot 'em up. Hell, he even had the old Call of Duty: Nazi Zombies game, which had been introduced several months after it had been introduced to the xbox in 2008.<br/><br/>After gaming for about an hour to kill time, he glanced at his watch, still not used to the European time zones. He then yawned before he stood up, then walked over to one of the cabinets built into the side of the plane. He grumbled, then picked up a can of whatever was closest, some kind of canned beans. Oh what he wouldn't give for a home cooked meal right now. Jacob took the can of beans, then dug his knife into the top of the can to peel it open. Grabbing a spoon, he made his way back to the bench, then took a seat before dippign the spoon int othe can and taking a bite of the cold beans. It wasn't exactly the greatest thing, but it sure beat eating nothing, or trying to hunt the animals in the region, not knowing if they were infected or not. Jacob could gladly hunt down an elk, or deer, or whatever was around, then roast it on a open flame. But surely the smell of burning meat would attract the infected. And there was no telling if the animals were infected or not.<br/><br/>After finishing off the can of refried beans, Jacob set the can down on the floor, then propped his feet up on the bench before leaning back, resting his head back on one of the packs he used for a pillow. He reached for his pistol, having developed the habit of sleeping with it, and rested it on his midsection before shutting his eyes. he began to doze off to sleep, his mind racing with images of the infected, the airplane crash six months ago; home, and the fact that he was alone, and no one wad coming for help....<br/><br/>Several days passed and he went on his usual routine" Wake up, eat, then go out to explore the surrounding area. With each day he had been venturing out a little further, but he always made sure he could see the airplane. He had had a couple of encounters with infected, though it had only been a minimal number. He'd also run into a wild dog and had had to take the thing down before it had attacked him.<br/><br/>After returning to the airplane, Jacob grabbed a set of binoculars and his rifle before making his way out of the cockpit and onto the top of the airplane. He had removed the captains chair and set it on top so that he could lounge about and scope out the surroundings. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes - the last pack - then stuffed one in his mouth. he lit it, then inhaled. Jacob had never been much of a smoker, and still wasn;'t much of one, but the past six months it had turned into something to do. Something to kill the time and boredom.<br/><br/>he was just taking another puff on the cigarette when he spotted something out in the distance, moving. He raised an eye brow, then saw it looked to be another human. Could there really be someone else out there? He shook his head, then reached for his set of binoculars, raising them up to his eyes. HE zommed in, and sure enough, he could see someone, waving a sign. he read the words, "Raise one arm if I can approach." Jacob thought about it for a moment, then set his binoculars down, and slowly began to raise his right arm, motioning for the woman to approach the plane...