Following after Sage when he was released from her grip finally, Jackson looked back to see the mangled forms of flesh that were chasing after them like rapid dogs hunting a wounded rabbit.  He had debated about trying to take a few shots at them, but the more their numbers grew the less that desire stuck around in his mind. It was obvious these constructions of rotted human flesh would not be deterred regardless of what obstacle barred their path.   So with that knowledge locked firmly in his mind he turned his gaze forward and solely focused on running, which was not exactly a strong suit for him. While his body was far from out of shape, it was not due to any actual effort in keeping it that way, but rather just a consequence from the constant strain of his job. The downside to that being his job never quite required a high amount of cardio, so while he was managing to keep up well enough, he didnâ€™t know how long the adrenaline in his body would be able to keep him moving as such.<br/><br/>So focused on running as he was, his vision had tunneled into a straight line, which was quickly shattered once he was taken hold of and pulled to a stop. When she told him to go, it only took a second for him to understand before he jumped up and managed to clear a couple of the steps before quickly scaling the rest. Thankfully working on airships, climbing a ladder was no problem for the mechanic, and he quickly reached the top of the ladder and pulled himself up onto the first platform of the fire escape. â€œLetâ€™s go, Iâ€™ll cover you!â€ He shouted as he reached into his coat and took out his pouch of needles to look at one, before cursing and un-holstering his pistol to aim down at the zombies.<br/><br/>The sweat had become so heavy inside his mask that the lens were starting to fog up though,  and he missed the first shot he fired. Though even so, when the round dug into the ground by the walking flesh sacks, it exploded in a shower of shrapnel that cut through the crowd of zombies.  Though it did little to most of the things beyond turning them into walking pin â€“cushions, some of the mindless beasts had their kneecaps cut to shreds and sent tumbling over and forced to crawl on their hands. The casing for the round fell out of the bottom of his pistol, before he reached up to try and rub the fog from his lens, only making them look worse. â€œBy the bolts!â€  he cursed before he aimed down , straining his sight before he fired again.