<strong>Alana, Sandy, Jack</strong><br/><br/>Jackson lobs the flashlight at the man, the thing zooming past his head on his left. Jackson doesn't have the time to see the thing crash into the wall as he launches himself at the man.<br/><br/>He hits the guy square on as he charges at him, the two men hurtling back with Jackson's momentum. They strike up against a wall, splitting the surface as the attacker hits it with Jackson pressed against his chest.<br/><br/>The guy is still holding onto his shotgun. The blow looked like it knocked some wind out of him, but he mustered up a rueful grin. "You've got some juice, that's for sure," the man said.