Jack looked at the corpse, knowing the sniper had just saved his life, but he knew he might very well be killed by him if he stood. Jack felt his chest and abdomen, which had three holes in it. One had nicked his liver, which Jack knew was fatal. One had nicked his lung, once again, fatal. The last one had gone through his stomach, again, fatal. Jack knew he had three minutes or less to live, but what would he do with them? Jack panicked, knowing his revival unit was destroyed, so this was where it all ended. Jack checked his pocket, hopefully what he kept there hadn't been destroyed. He found the object he was looking for and pulled it out to see it, a small chip that could be inserted into a revival unit. "Thank God this wasn't broken..." he said weakly, "At least the others can know something about the guy who died saving them..."<br/><br/>Jack got to his feet, leaning on the shelves to his left. He could barely stand, but he knew he had to find the others. He staggered over to the fallen man and checked him to see if he had anything. He knew the others would be locked somewhere in here, it was the only logical answer as to why they weren't here, and this man seemed to be the leader of the dissenting group. He searched for a moment until he found a key, which he took as he stood as upright as a dying man could. Adrenaline, pure adrenaline was what was keeping Jack on his feet. He looked around, not knowing where to begin, so he called out as loud as he could, "W-where the f-f-fuck are you guys?!"<br/><br/>Thomas didn't hesitate, he simply grabbed the person's hand as he continued to kick furiously at the Restless. He knew they didn't want him dead, at least not yet, if they did they'd have shot him or simply kicked him back under the gate. Thomas hoped for the best as he thought, 'I thought I'd never catch a break...'