Taking out his pocket knife, Jack silently moved over to the final corpse - the initial casualty of the skirmish - and plunged the blade into his skull. Standing and wiping off the blood on the man's jeans, Jack followed Matt's advice and removed the man's jacket, before turning his attentions back to the soldier. He had found the stash of food inside a tent, and from the look that Matt gave him, Jack could tell that his survival instincts were kicking in.
"Hunting's pretty good around these parts," he spoke up. "I've got a whole buck cut up at my camp - you don't have to worry about me around that food." With a pause, he added. "A coupla cans wouldn't hurt though, if you could spare them.."
A scream from the forest interrupted his conversation, as he recognized Claire's voice. Picking up his gun from the ground in front of him, he took off in the direction of where Chris had been, opposite Matt and the camp. He came upon Claire alone, crying in a small clearing, Chris' gun on the ground in front of her. There wasn't any blood, or signs of a struggle. If he had been taken, it was by surprise. Jack took a second to compose his thoughts, before kneeling down next to the girl.
"Claire.. Chris is alive. I don't know what happened to him, but we [i]will[/i] find him. I'll ask the others if they can help, they seem to know these parts. But I'm not going to give up, just like I know you won't, but you need to be strong right now, okay?"