And he kept shooting, even though parts of his legs were going in other directions. "Fuck," he growled, turning and noticing everyone coming in, hearing the gunfire. He threw his automatic when he was out and pulled out the Webley, starting to use it. "If I'm going down, you're fucking going with me," he muttered at the wolves. He was going down as another wolf attacked him. Jack was down as he aimed the gun at it's head and shot just before he lost consciousness.