A low laugh escaped the foxes lips as he felt the hawk thud against the car. He enjoyed this, letting out a bunch of pent up anger and sadness is what he needed. The foxes eyes narrowed as he saw a cannible split grom the group, running into the field to probably try and escape the carnage. With a rev of the engine, Jacob sped forward, swerving at the last second and nailing the cannible with the door. "Where do you think youre going?" He barked, getting out. He approached the shark he hit and nailed him with the butt of his gun before tossing him in the trunk of the car. Now he just had to find the rest of his group.