As he waited for Dante’s answer, Jackson was able to hear Jasmine at work. He had to smile, but made sure to keep it internal. He wasn’t going to take away from whatever positioning she could perform from her end, and it was hard to remember that she was a uniform just yesterday. She remembered how to assert herself in front of a crowd, and get in front of the situation. The people apparently needed someone to corral around, and there were far too many voices and opinions.<br/><br/>Fuck it, democracy way trying to break through the motel glass for a nice serving of fresh meat.<br/><br/>“Jasmine…I don’t know if holding up here is the best thing for us. And I don’t see anything here that can buy us time to stick around. We need to go.” He was a lot more calmer than he started, though he was far from alright. The shit had boiled down enough to see the math, though, and staying where they were was a losing proposition. What were they going to board the windows with? That horrible painting made to make the place seem more homey? Yeah right. Muscles had gone and shut off the lights, and he couldn’t tell whether he should thank him, or trip him in the dimmed light to prove a point.<br/><br/>When Dante finally made his decision, Jackson took the key and untied him. He was more than capable of untying him and removing his cuffs in the dim light. Once he was free, he gave the guy a pat on the shoulder and stood up. Time would tell where things went from there. When he heard Dante voice his concern, he couldn’t help but agree. He looked to the Asian girl as best as he could, a bit consoling “I don’t like the idea of the roof either, but you need to know…you need to all know that there’s just us. All of us. No backup, and no help. We need to figure it out…” He heard the bodies gathering even deeper outside and the simple sound of them made his skin crawl “…and we need to figure it out a way to get from that damn glass.”<br/><br/>It was obvious that he was trying to remain calm as to not make the others panic, but the sounds they were making…the movies only got it half right. Mindless, yet hopeless…hunger and despair all rolled into one. The only thing that broke him out of it was the sudden rise of someone he’d missed earlier. His arms had jerked in an upward motion to draw his gun before his mind registered that she was a friendly, which showed just how out of it he was.<em>’Keep it together, Jacks…Just keep it together, ya bastid’</em>he thought as he  tried to figure out their egress. “If anyone has a source of light stronger than their cell phone, make sure it’s handy for a bit” He took out his own small mag-light and drew his pistol.<br/><br/>“Guess who picked the short straw…”<br/>