"Jesus..." John's eyes open as he views the creatures, and creatures certainly are the right name for them as "Dog" seems to hardly apply.  JOn had aseen a great deal in life, particuler when it came to the inhumanity that is man.  He had on more then one occasion seen his fare share of mutilated bodies, women who had been raped, and then beheaded, and little children whose bodies had been laid to waste by fire, but there was something about these things that was even more revolting.  The sheer unnaturalness of the creatures was disturbing on levels he had rarely felt before.<br/><br/>John doesn't like the odds though.  If he and Mars had lead pipes perhaps, they would stand a considerably better chance.  When mars comments for him to run, and Jadna has already broken into a run down one of the dark corridors, It doesn't take John much to follow Jadna.  As he turns though, he reach down and grabs a large rock from the ground, holding it tightly in one hand.  The corridor itself didn't look very big, and pressented a problem.  A normal human couldn't outrun a normal dog, and while these creatures didn't look like normal dogs, he had to assume the worst, that they were still fast.  A tight corridor would hamper their movements, while the dogs wouldn't be nearly as restricted.<br/><br/>The sound of the dog getting struck behind him at least gave him encouragment that the creatures could be killed, as he looked over his shoulder to see one of the crumpled dogs bodies, and mars in hot persuit.  His eyes darted about the corridor madly, looking for anything in the way of serious cracking in the wall's infastructure.