Jason swore heavily as he saw the zombie horde and ran away, around the corner, but the zombies were slowly shambling after them. He pulled off his backpack and removed a bag from it, inside was a small sonic emitter, which gave out a high pitched sound that animals, and oddly enough, zombies seemed to be able to hear, but not humans. Around that was a slab of out of date Steak, rotting in the bag. He pulled a hole upon in the bag, so the stench came out, as did the high-pitched noise from the emitter.<br/><br/>Jason, while the group was out of sight, going into the back entrance, launched the bag of sound, smell and taste, into another garden which had a thinner wooden fence around it, on the other side of the street. Fortunately it rolled to rest against the open door. Pushing the group through the door as silently as he could and shutting it, and bolting it, and propping it, he ushered the survivors upstairs as quietly as they could, hearing the shuffling and moaning of the zombies as they moved past the safe-house and attacked the other house. "Quickly, in here. Quiet." The man whispered, getting every one into the main-bedroom, which had a slight peek-hole out onto the street, so he could see the zombies, but they could not see him. "Stay quiet and down till I say it's clear."