Gods, he was having flashbacks. It was the Nautilus all over again, but at least this was on the ground. And it looked as though they could outrun these creatures...

And while a part of him wanted very much to protect the others on the bus, but...what could he do? They were unarmed and he had just retched over a bus seat. He wasn't exactly in any position to play leader. It was smarter and safer to run. Really...

He followed Locke, sending a prayer for everyone trapped out here with them, and clambered out after the treasure hunter.