Jacob moves as fast as he can down the road, granted he is wavering. His stamina is not in the best of shape right now, thanks to his fight with Damon. He's suffering gashes worthy of stitches along his left arm and across his chest, his shirt torn across the front. He helps those he can sees in a panic, trying to help them escape to somewhere safe, away from the demon and the fires. He can only hope he's making a difference.

He sees someone staggering ahead of him, a familiar form, and it doesn't look like he's doing well. Jacob tries to pick up his pace to a small jog as he heads toward the man.

"Lazarus!" He calls out as he catches up. He moves to set his hand on the man's shoulder. "Are you alright?" He's panting a bit and bends over to catch his breath, starting to feel a pounding headache from the earlier stand off.