James headed after Jack, keeping a weather eye on the monster. At least it was retreating or so it looked like. It reminded him of the patient demons that would slither away only to get back to their feet and try to attack later.

There were far too many questions in his mind. Landel's? What was a Landel's? He didn't remember anyplace in Silent Hill named that. Concern quickly enough replaced confusion as he joined Jack at Ginji's side.

"Damn it."

James went to slide his jacket off to offer it to Jack only to realize he didn't have it anymore. Out of the three of them, he was the only one that was uninjuried and thus earned the right to be packhorse if needed.

"If I can get him on my back, I can carry him. We need to get out of here incase that things changes its mind."

Crouching down beside Ginji, he fought back the desire to turn away from the mangled man. Could he even live through being injured this badly? Moving him might very well kill him.

"I think I can lift him, but I need you to steady him. I don't want to rip him open any worse getting him up. Or you."

James nudged his hands under Ginji as gently as he could, wincing at the slick warmth of blood.

((Feel free to have Ginji smack, move away, or James not pick up Ginji if you want.))