Adrenaline surged through Jacob, pulling out his trench knife and jamming it into the skulls of the dead that reached for them. Over the groaning and moaning of the horde, the screams of his friends rang out, splitting Jacobs ears. So much rotten flesh. So many teeth. He lost his bearings, lost track of his friends. No, there was one on the ground. He lunged a paw out and grabbed for it, clamping onto one of his friends hands and dragging it along to pull it out of the crowed. Grunting and pulling he reached the edge, looking back only to find the arm of a shark in his grasp.