"No," Jack agrees, and he's cursing himself too even as he aims his Webley in the direction of the approaching noise. Even without seeing the creatures, the sound they make has the hair on the back of his neck standing up.
And then they're in view and, damn, they're fast. He fires off a couple of shots and sees one fall to the ground, but the rest are still coming for them, quite a swarm of them. And he's getting low on bullets.