In the end Jack knew what he had to do, both the knife and the cage ideas could have failed spectacularly. He wasn't cruel, even though the satyrs weren't human anymore he couldn't just let them die from starvation. So, working with Jon he rigged up a fairly simple contraption.
After he and Jon leave, the door behind them will shut, lowering the cage's key to the point where it hangs just out of reach of the satyrs. The two of them were sure that the satyrs would be able to escape given sufficent time. So, with that handled, they grabbed whatever supplies were still inside the community center and took off towards town hall.
It was silent as the pair of teens walked down a deserted street. No people, no satyrs, no nothing.
"Hey, how do you think this all started?" Jon asked him.
Jack looked over at the younger teen. "You know, I'm not sure. One moment everything is right with the world, and the next people are fucking each other in the streets." He shrugged his shoulders.
Jon looked towards a discarded doll sitting in a stroller. "Ever wonder if they still remember being human?" Looking away from the doll Jon turned towards Jack. " I mean they can still talk, and interact with each other. So...?"
"Honestly? I have no clue, maybe they do." Jack said as he stepped around a burned out car.
"I watched so many people turn, I can help but think about what happens after." Jon admitted, looking a little sheepish.
"I can understand, if the satyrs weren't so infectious, I'm sure they would have been studied to hell and back by now."
The two kept up this small talk as they continued their journey towards safety. However, not all was as it appeared. For the moment the two turned onto a nearly empty street, a bleat rang out. Frozen in fear at the satyr like sound, the pair turned behind them and saw the satyr that was once Jon's brother Lee.
His muscular chest stood stark naked as the sun glistened downwards. Sweat could be seen tracing the pectoral muscles on his chest. The brown fur that covered his legs and nether region was damp, and the musk could be smelt all the way on the other side of the street.
"RUN!" Jack screamed before bolting towards an alley, Jon not far behind him.
The two jumped over overturned trashcans and around dumpsters trying to lose the satyr behind them, but it was for naught. Lee, the satyr, used his cloven feet to gain ground where the humans had to take time lest they injure themselves. Before too long, both Jon and Jack were corned against a metal fence. It was too tall to climb, and too thick to squeeze through. The only way they could get through it was if they helped each other.
Thinking quickly Jack spoke to Jon. "Give me a lift, once I'm on the other side I will lift you up!" He was rushed, the satyr was catching up to them.
Jon looked at him with wide eyes, but then quickly nodded. Getting down on one knee, Jon braced himself and watched as Jack used their combined height to propel himself on top of the fence.
"Grab on!" Jack said as he bent forward just enough to wrap his hands around Jon's arms.
He stared pulling when a sudden fierce resistance made him stop. Jon looked terrified and Jack soon saw why. Holding onto the teens pant legs was the satyr Lee. "Don't let go of me!" Cried Jon, but Jack wasn't strong enough to pull him any higher.
They were stuck in a sort of stalemate. Or, they would've have been, if not for the horde of satyrs approaching from behind Lee. Jack knew he had to make a choice here; try to save Jon, or leave Jon to the satyrs.