John had been walking alert in front of the group as they headed for the mansion, his game face in place as he looked around himself as he went to be ready for any perps to come out. Someone had to have sent the birds right? Even when the dogs were heard behind the group John had been ready, someone who used birds probably was well versed in dogs to, so slowing to the back of the group he ran while taking his shotgun off his back.<br/>Preparing to fire he glanced back only to almost stumble as the packs appearances finally registered to his mind, his body forcing him to start running faster as it did in instinctive fear. He hadn't noticed it before, having put it off to the darkness around him, but the rotting flesh and body of the dogs instantly assured him that he did not want to slow down unless absolutely necessary. Glancing around himself he got ready to pull a companion forward as he shot a few covering shots, hoping all the while that they got that wall between them as fast as possible.