Jackson had knelt down near Alana to make sure that she was alright, though turned his head when he heard the footsteps in the hall before the shotgun blast. "Yeah," he utters out and grips the floodlight he's been totting around, which weighs around 13 lb. with the battery inside of it. "But I won't be!" he yells and swings his arm around, throwing the flashlight at the man's head before pulling a full-out bull charge at the attacker, aiming to get him away from the three currently down members of his survival 'team' to avoid any extra damage to them.