[b]Jacob/Sam/Ben - Somewhere in the outskirts of New Orleans, at the Haggerton Barn[/b]

Jacob had come back from a small hunt, his hunting success had been starting to slim down over the past few days, mainly due to the population decrease of deer around the area. He knew silently in his head that his family of two would have to leave their beloved home behind, to find someplace more secure, with food, security, and shelter. In fact, the Walkers around the are were quite dimmed out for a while, but had recently begun to grow again. When he walked in through the screen door of his house, he slammed down his prize onto the table; five rabbits. Though it wasn't much to a normal persons eye, it was like food heaven for someone in the aftermath of some zombie outbreak. "There, I got the food we need for tonight. I reckon I'll have to go out again, maybe tonight or tomorrow early in the morning. Just hope the Walker numbers will thin out just a bit more, then we can-" He stopped, stared at his father rocking in his chair, and watched him.

Ben was just sitting there, in the room which he had kept photo's of him and his wife, Stephanie. She was his life, but she was taken from him. He had become so gray during the events that he no longer did anything to help anyone...he felt like dying right there, but not to Walkers. The sight of Walkers infuriated him with such a burning passion, you'd believe he was some ungodly wrath of the living. However, there he was, with a bottle of whiskey in his hands as he drank away. "Yeah...that's fine, Jacob." He sighed out, the bleak look on his face always staring at the photo's. Jacob was actually quite infuriated about this, yelling "What the hell is wrong with you? You really think if she was still alive that she would love someone like you!? You aren't the man she married anymore!" and anything else of the sort.

Sam, unlike the others, was outside in the field of the Barns, inside one of the fenced off area's that they kept pigs in. He had a hand full of animal feed, watching it eat from his hand, with his other he petted it's head and talked to it quietly. "So when do you think I can go to school again, Alfred?" The pig simply snorted as it continued to feed. "Do you go to school? Like a school for pigs?" He smiled at his own joke. It was the only thing to keep himself happy from the fights that regularly happened in the household.