Jake didn't wait, grabbing a machete from the tool loaded cart, he started to limp back over to the bodies, and fell down. Right, shot. Not bad, a couple of bird shot pellets he thought. From the holes it looked like five of them. Literally just a flesh wound. He bled, but not profusely. Rita pointed and started to cry out, but Molly shushed her. The holes would ruin his jeans, but it had been about time for a new pair anyway, or maybe Rita could help him patch these? That would be a handy skill to learn, sewing. He sighed and shook his head a bit. “Rita, would you get me something to tie this off with. Molly, start taking heads please. Um... You...” Jake had to think for a second to remember the slow guy's name again. He'd just had it too. Adrenalin would do that to you and he really did feel a bit jazzed at the moment. “Len? Would you help her with that please? The cops too, we don't want them coming back if we can help it, since they've all had that vaccine. Bound to be all surly and aggressive if they do.”
