Eric stood up with the aid of his crutch and hurried toward the door, but his injuries prevented him from reaching it in time to actually be useful. He stood in the open doorway and watched frantically, trying to understand what was happening.<br/><br/>Sandy was on the ground, seeming to try an hold her stomach in, her torso a complete and bloody mess. "Oh no..." He whispered to himself, wanting to help but remained where he was. What could he actually do that would be of assistance? He then noticed Alana, who was currently helping the injured blond, her own clothes in tatters.<br/><br/>Motion finally drew his eyes to Jack, who had just tackled a guy he never seen before who was holding a shot gun. "You ever seen that guy before?" He asked, turning toward the other stranger, unsure weather or not he had anything to do with what was happening right now.