Jacob sat in his chair and listened intently to the woman across from him explain everything she knew about the virus, and about the animals, and what was safe to eat and drink, and what wasn't. Though Josh doubted he would hunt down an animal, kill it, then cook it up and eat it. He would probably only do that if he were desperate and had gone without food for a couple of days. But then again, he had enough food to last him at least another six months. Ahh the beauty of dehydrated food. The same stuff they used for space trips.  His only problem was the fact that he didn't have enough water to last him more than a few more days. But Franka probably knew where there was a safe supply of water. if she didn't, then she wouldn't have survived for the past six years.<br/><br/>Jacob was about to respond, when he thought he heard the bushes rustling down near the plane. He held his hand up to Franka to be quiet as he listened. He could definitely hear something now. And he hoped that it was just some animal and not a group of infected. He then stood up and carefully walked to the edge of the airplane and peered over, then sighed somewhat in relief when he was it was just an animal, and not the infected. Just as he was turning around however, he heard more rustling, and then the distinct noise of the infected. "Fuck..." He mumbled. Thankfully there were only two of the damned things, which would be an easy kill from where he was standing.<br/><br/>"Infected.." He murmured as he turned back to Franka, then walked back to his chair to pick his rifle back up. He undid the safety, then walked back to the edge of the plane, then peered over the edge again as he raised the rifle to his shoulder and looked down the sights. he then targeted the first infected, cursing softly to himself as it kept moving about. WHen he had a good shot, JAcob squeezed the trigger, the bullet burrowing its way through the infected's skull and leaving a nice, bloody mess on the ground next to the body. Now he had the attention of the other infected. It looked at him trhough its bloodshot red eyes, then charged the airplane, clawing and hitting against the side as if it thought it would be able to climb up. The infected were strong, fast, but not exactly incredibly smart.<br/><br/>Jacob aimed down the sights again, then squeezed the trigger, hitting the other infected in the head as well. That seemed to be the easiest way to kill the infected, and be able to conserve ammunition.  Once done with that, Jacob slung the rifle over hsi shoulder then walked back to his chair, picking up the still it, half there cigarette. He took one last drag on it before dropping it to the plane and crunching it under his boot. "We should probably go inside," he said with a nod to Franka.