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"Frankly, I might've run anyway. I'm a tad paranoid and pretty skittish around people who might kill me," Jacob admitted. "That's also beside the point. Just because you know something to be true doesn't mean you want to find out firsthand." He shrugged. "Eh, not like it matters all that much."

He rolled his eyes. Ahh, condescension, how lovely. "Forgive me for trying to be civil after pulling a gun on you. I figured I'd at least try to be polite about it." He sighed, then grimaced. He really needed to tone back on the biting sarcasm when meeting new people. "Sorry, not in the best of moods at the moment. I shouldn't be taking it out on you." 

He blinked at her empty eye sockets, but quickly shrugged it off. "Eh, it's not so bad. Anyway, my name's Jacob. Jacob Wolford. And you?"

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“You wouldn’t be running from me if you didn’t already know I’m a killer, would you?” she retorted, straightening her posture into something a little more assertive. “That, along with the flesh-eating tendencies, are both things you’re already well aware of. It’s not as if pointing them out is going to come as a dreadful shock to someone living in the middle of the goddamned zombie apocalypse.”

She then let out a condescending snort. “You promise. Oh, fantastic. I stopped placing any trust in promises a long while ago, but I suppose I may as well give you a fair chance. Kindness and manners and whatnot.” To be entirely honest with herself, Huntress didn’t understand why she was feeling so irritable—but then, questioning the moods of a borderline was always fruitless. Wiping away her doubts with a firm shake of her head, she took a confident step into the open, flicking her bangs out of her empty eye sockets. “Pardon the lack of eyes, I’ve been told it’s a little unsettling. What’s your name, then, stranger?”

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Hearing a human voice -and female to boot- coming from the Hunter's position in the shadowy alcove was a surprise to Jacob, but not so much as to shock him. 'Let you get away?' He scowled. Not likely. If you had actually tried to attack me, you would've gotten a .50 caliber headache for your trouble. 

The ex-soldier sighed, holstering his pistol, but keeping his hand hovering near his hip in case he needed to draw again. "Just fyi: telling somebody you're a killer and mentioning feasting on their flesh isn't a great way to get them to stand down."  He straightened up and gave a tired smile. "Anyway, if you want to talk, let's talk. I promise not to shoot you." Unless you attack me, in which case all bets are off.

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“You really think my intentions are to hurt you?”

A frown played on the woman’s lips as she considered her next move. She didn’t doubt for a second that this man would have a weapon on him, and moving off into open space would clearly be the death of her. Rather than risk it, she sighed and drew further into the shadows, muscles tensed in preparation for a quick and painless escape.

“I would have killed you a while ago if that was the case.” Her claws clicked against the wall to her side, tapping along to the pace of her thoughts. “I’m not so incompetent a killer as to let you get away that many times. What I want is conversation. Not your flesh in my stomach.”

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I’ve never been trapped like a rat in a maze before, Jacob thought to himself as he turned another corner in the dingy back alleys.  Definitely not an experience I ever want to repeat.

The Hunter chasing him was tenacious and extremely smart; he’d give it that much.  No matter how often he doubled back or slipped into side alleys, the damn thing was on his tail like a bloodhound.  Furthermore, it was patient despite how tenacious it was; hiding in the shadows and never giving him a clear shot, even with his aiming ability. 

Another corner, and Jacob found himself face to face with a wall. “Fuck,” he swore, but kept his voice and expression completely flat.  “Well, time to face the music, I guess.”  He pulled out his Grizzly V handgun and aimed back down behind him while pressing his back to the wall.  “Come and get me.”