Only vaguely aware of the sounds around them, Jackson just started slowly backing away as she started pushing him back. He had his pistol aimed low for the time being, looking around for anything that might seem alittle hungry.  The soft sounds of the city making the sweat build on Jacksonâ€™s brow. Without thinking he  reached up to wipe it off only to touch his mask.<br/><br/>While he was backing up, he gulped down a breath of air, before he felt something under his foot.  Time seemed to slow to a halt as his foot came down without a thought, and he could hear the sound of a bone being crushed. The cracking sound made his ears twitch, and it sounded like it just echoed on forever. One second after the other slowly ticked by, and he could swear he could still hear it, though at this point he wasnâ€™t sure if the sound was real or if just continued to pound away at his own ears.<br/><br/>In the end, Jackson just froze like a statue, not moving, not even daring to breath in hopes that the sound went unheard by anything else buy himself.