When the infected had first come across the group's location, Jake had started to follow after Franka, but with the infected coming from the forest, Jake had to switch directions. As he was running, he glanced over his shoulder every now and then, seeing that he had caught the attention of a group of infected. "Shit..." he murmured as he turned his attention forward again. At this point, he wasn't really caring if he was following the group. What he really cared about was getting away from the infected in one piece. If he did get too far from the group, he knew he would be able to catch back up with them at one point or another.<br/><br/>He then stopped for a moment and turned around so that he could let off a couple of rounds, dropping several infected. His supressor was attached, so the shots didn't make a whole ton of sound.But the dead infected were quickly replaced by more, so he quickly turned back around and began to run again, going as quick as he could manage to with his night vision and gear on and trying to maneuver through the forest without tripping and falling, which would definitely be bad for him..and good for the infected. His pack was heavy and for a moment he had wished he hadn't brought as much, but all of the stuff was essential - ammunition for both his guns, hand grenades, several concussion grenades, some spare food...and several attachments for his primary rifle.<br/><br/>Jake heard rustling to his left, then glanced over to see more infected coming his face. "Fuck..." He turned to the side slightly and aimed his rifle for the infected and began to fire, his rifle set to semi automatic at the time so that he wouldn't waist much needed ammunition. The infected to his left dropped in their tracks as he mainly aimed for the center of their torso and chest, knowing that the chest and head were the two easiest ways to kill them once and for all.<br/><br/>He could hear gunfire in the distance, and he knew he was getting further away from the group. Jake figure the bulk of the infected would have followed after the others, but when he glanced over his shoulder again, he could see a rather large group of infected quickly following after him. Jake then reached for his jacket belt and pulled out one of the M67 hand greandes, pulled the pin off, then tossed it behind him before he quickly ran as fast as he could to get away from the blast radius. He then heard a loud explosion sound, then was sent flying a few feet -  while limbs and blood flew in all directions. Jake then got up as quickly as he could then looked around, only able to see a few more infected after him. He then aimed down the sights of his rifle and picked them off one by one before turning and starting to run again. But as he did, he tripped, and the next thing he knew was he was tumbling down a hill, and then blackness hit him.....