*Upon recovering from the smack in the face, Jack grabbed his rifle and his pack, which was now closed. He pulled his shotgun free and ran out the hole, firing his shotgun into the fleas crowding around the left corner. He forgot he had loaded the flak rounds. It exploded in the group of fleas, which fortunately, absorbed all the flak. Didn't mean there were any less though. Hopefully it would make the flea horde move even more slowly.* Maybe we will have some extr... *He stopped as he felt something wet stick to the back of his neck. He immediately felt drowsy, but it was an acceptable drowsiness which he just shrugged off.*<br/><br/>*He heard a hiss and looked back as he ran, the huge bugger held something in his hand and all he could hear was something about a stronger dose. He couldn't worry about shooting it now, only about getting to cover before it actually knocked him out. He followed to wherever the Sarge was headed. He rubbed his face and mumbled.* Damn buggers...