(http://mimg.ugo.com/200909/23727/cuts/jeremy_288x288.jpg)Jake looked down at the helmet he was carrying in his left hand. Once Utem and Jake had crossed across the riverbed and to the other side where the others were, Jake stopped for a moment then peeled the night vision off of his beat up helmet, then unzipped his bag and put it in. He zipped his bag back then slung it back over his shoulders. He then tossed the helmet into the river bed, seeing that he had no use for the beat up helmet any longer. Perhaps along the way somewhere he would be able to acquire a new helmet, not that he really needed one. His night vision had looked like it had gotten fucked up as well from the fall he'd sustained, but he'd check it out later on when they were behind the safety of the safehouse walls.<br/><br/>Jake followed after the group as they started off towards an apparent safe house. Once they were close to the safe house, Jake heard the woman, Hackett he recalled was her name, calling out orders. Jake nodded when she said for him to cover the South. He was still slightly shaken, and he had a nasty headache still. But he just shrugged it off as he made his way towards thr south part of the building. Jake scanned the surroundings for infected, not spotting any within his view of sight. He went back and forth along the side of the building a couple of times, not spotting anything of interest, or anything that might be of threat to the group. "Nothing of interest in this direction," Jake called out, loud enough so that the others could hear. Jake then turned and began to make his way back towards where the main entrance where Franka said the rest of the group would be able to get in.<br/>