They make it just past the house before they hear the yelling. Zeke glances around, looking for the source of the sound. "I think it came from around the other side." Paul points with his free hand. "Go, I will stay here with this guy."

Zeke nods to him and helps set Carlson down lightly. He slides his pack off and turns around, back the way they came. He starts running up the road towards the house, boots crunching on the gravel. He runs up the driveway to the house, taking his M9 in his hand. He reaches the front just as he hears a hollow thunk, and some sort of growling animal. He slows down a bit, advancing with the pistol up, ready for any surprises. He turns the corner, and sees a large bloody form laying on the ground, and a man pushing himself up from over it. He was bleeding from a couple scratches, but was otherwise unhurt. 

Zeke glances down to the animal again, noticing that it's head is nearly caved in, and lowers his pistol. "Jesus Christ man, are you okay?" He takes a few steps closer as he holsters his gun. "Your arm. It's bleeding. I have some bandages in my backpack. Come on, it's just out by the road." He extends his arm to the man, offering his support.