Dallen didn't pass out from smashing his face against the steering wheel, he just felt a lot of pain and anger.  Blood came from his head, but he regained his senses rather quickly.  He gave Elizabeth a death glare, fighting every urge to punch her in her face.  Yet still, he was able to calm himself down within the moment.  

He tried to start the jeep again, but it stalled.  After a few more quick tries he saw Reena coming up on them, running and looking exhausted.  As the man went to get out to help her, he saw the trees from above and behind her, starting to sway as if something was coming.  

"Reena, get in!" he yelled, trying again to start the engine.  As she did so, there was no time to talk, as view of one of the ferals came.  It climbed the trees like a gorilla, then fell to the ground and began charging toward them.  Dallen smacked a fist against the dashboard and then tried again, this time it worked.  The engine roared on and he quickly backed up, then drove off.  He handed firearms over to Elizabeth and Reena.  "Shoot it!"

The feral was fast.  It reached them and smashed its side into the driver side of the jeep.  Then continued after them, trying to pull them out.  Dallen wrapped his ar-15 around and fired when it neared.  It was being riddled with bullets so much that it slowed its pace, and the jeep took off.  

Appearing as if they had lost the creature, Dallen found the trail that led home and headed down it.  He didn't ask of where Ethan was, as it deemed pretty obvious to him what happened.  He just rode in silence, letting them speak if they needed to, until they reached the farm again.  Johnny came nearly at the same time, just from the opposite side of the area.  They saw his motorcycle riding in and kicking up dirt as the two parties met in the center, atop the hill at the farm.  

"Who shot the flare?" Johnny asked as he approached.  

Dallen also wanted to know what happened, giving the floor for Reena to tell them.  Raven and the others joined them as well, though Raven was focused in on something else.  As the group spoke, she spotted a feral out by the treeline watching them.  She pointed it out, and everyone saw it.  Far off at the border to the trees it stood, then it howled a horrific scream into the air.  Another shriek came from the western most side of the farm land, and there was another feral there.  Twice more two ferals yelled their cries across the wind, all four on opposite sides of one another.  All surrounding the farm.  Then, they stopped back to silence, and left back into the darkness of the trees.

"We have a problem," Johnny said.  "Those things are intelligent.  They ambushed the group at the quarry, I found a survivor who told me everything.  He...killed himself afterward.  He said the ferals stalk their prey until nightfall.  They can control the dead to their will.  When they see a weakness, they will come.  And they're bringing the dead with them."