Jack followed after Luke. There had been no question that he would come, and while this wasn't exactly the reunion he'd envisioned with his friends after his long absence, he would be glad just to see Evie and Wren alive and sane. And it wasn't as if he'd have let Luke go alone, no matter who they were rescuing.
Like Luke, it was obvious within his first moment through the door that his abilities were gone. His senses dulled like a switch turning off, and he shook his head briefly. It felt like cotton had been stuffed into his ears, and it took a moment of getting used to. More than just his physical senses, though, there was an immediacy at the back of his mind that fell away, a driving intensity of instinct Whether it was the time at the facility or just a side effect, his abilities had come with a cost of immediate urge and intensity. In a second, all of that was gone. Well, now he'd get to see how much of the last year he could blame on mutation.
He got his bearings, looking through fog and the dropping...snow? A flake fell on the back of his hand, and he rubbed at it with his thumb. Ash. Somewhere, a fire was burning.
He had a gun holstered on one side and a large, light knife sheathed on the other. No need for concealed carry, not here. He carried a small pack as well, just the basics, almost identical to Luke's pack, but including a crowbar, a lighter, ad a few other useful odds and ends. He felt prepared as he could be for a place there seemed to be no preparing for.
The idea of not being able to return didn't frighten him. He felt a steady assurance that they would go back, and that the girls would be fine, because they had to. But even just the fog gave off a thrum of unease. He hadn't forgotten what had happened in the door with the zombies. He wouldn't ever be able to forget it.
"Then let's hope we don't here sirens," he said. He moved slowly ahead, straining with dulled ears for sound, peering through the almost impenetrable fog for any sign of movement.