Jack ran with the group and when he saw Mr. Winters he stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh, god." He said and put a shaking hand over his mouth. His hand then curled into a fist and he shoved it into a pouch on his belt, pulling out some steel ball bearings and shoving them in his mouth. He began to walk toward Mr. Winters and as Melinda threw him backward he began to run, his footfalls growing heavier as his flesh turned to smooth, polished steel and he barreled toward the old man, or what used to be an old man. He didn't know what this was now but it wasn't harmless old Mr. Winters. Not anymore.