Even before John started yelling Danny found himself on his hands and feet in what his high school coach would have called a bear crawl. God he'd hated the bear crawl in high school. But in any case, adrenaline had him up and scrambling for as much of their supplies as he could grab. If he didn't grab it now, they'd regret it later.

He hauled ass to where John was crouched. "What the fuck?!"