[ He shakes his hand back, just as firm. ] Few days. Like a little baby, I know.

[ Jack hears the rustling noises outside too. Ahh... crap. He groans like a petulant child, slumping his shoulders. ] Oh my gooood. There's more of them? Stupid, filthy little inbreds breed like... goddamn... cockroaches... Ugh, I just can't get a break today. You know how hard it is to get blood out of your clothes? [ Reloads gun. He's painfully aware of how many bullets he has left. ] Are you gonna help, or is that sword just there for decoration?