Jackson was moving with no longer the sense of desperation, but rather a movement of rage. He had returned to the house, only to find his wife had been killed and mutilated by thoseâ€¦ things. She was long dead by the time he had gotten there, and the only thing he could hope for was that she had died quickly, and without pain. Jackson had spent little time in the house, only enough to collect his bow and quiver of twenty hand fletched arrows. No, he cared little for survival as he ran over the last hill, seeing the village burning.<br/>He wanted blood, blood to pay for his wifeâ€™s and his unborn child.<br/>Taking the bow off his back, he quickly strung it before running down to the village. He still carried his pitchfork as well, knowing it would be the only thing he had to stab those hellish things with should they get to close. A blessing he could only hope he had earned.<br/><br/>Before he even made it to town though, two of those things came running out of the place up the path at him. Dropping his pitchfork, He knocked his arrow from his quiver before pulling his shoulders back and together, before letting the arrow fly, feeling triumpet as the thing stuck into one of the creatures eyes and dropped him. He went to knock a second one, but the thing lunged like a sping before he could, giving Jackson only enough time to drop his bow and duck to the side.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t get time to get up though as the thing jumped ontop of him, pinning him to the ground as he used his elbow to keep it just out of reach, though he had felt it a few times now as the monsterous creatures claws came deadly close, only hairâ€™s breath away from his throat. Feeling desperate Jackson kicked out with his foot, forcing the thing back enough before he pulled an arrow from his quiver and jumped up himself, slamming his shoulder into the monster and forcing it to the ground. Taking the arrow in hand he brought it down, stapping the ghoul in the eye over and over, ignoring the spruts of blood that sprayed him as he took his vengeance out with every stab he brought on the miserable thing.<br/><br/>It was only after five minutes when the thing had stopped its thrashing that Jackson got up, not bothering to even wipe the blood from his face as he took up his bow again, replacing the bloody arrow in his quiver as well as taking up his pitch fork, sling his bow around his back. Running past the first creature he had dropped he ripped that arrow free as well without stopping, making his way into town and seeing the place was over run. Not knowing where to go, he ran first to the center of town. It wasnâ€™t until he got there he understood the true carnage these monsters had reeked.<br/><br/>"What hell have we wrought on ourselves." he whispered, before he looked around. He had nothing to live for, but at the very least he could try to help another live past the day.