Andrew turns and starts to run as the swarm gets to the fence and scrambles over it, spilling into the field in a more disorganised fashion than any real military training would allow: Let’s go. This looks bad.
Jason doesn’t argue. In fact he has already started to run, almost as if he wants to out run him. Don’t be the gazelle at the back of the herd. More instinct overruling good manners it seems. Ahead, Cathy has reached the side of the ditch and lowers herself down using a vine from the wild hedges growing there. Dylan simply ran down into it as if surfing a skateboard and used the momentum to run up the other side where he now waits for Cathy to climb up. Andrew looks back at the gang now sprinting towards them in a less organised formation.