"Some what like that. A sonic grenade, bought from a website awhile ago (yes they exist). Wrapped it in old, raw meat and threw it a fair distance. It got their attention from us and they went after it, then left us." Jason replied, listening to his idea about brain mushing and grinned. "I love the idea, but we don't really have the equipment or resources to test such a thing." He said, frowning slightly but then shrugging as he remarked about the hospital.<br/><br/>"Never know, I've only got enough to make a couple more any way. Guaranteed to work, since Zombies don't learn from their mistakes. Fortunately we do." The man said, smiling as he stepped foot on the stairs. "I advise you take some rest, choose a bed, you could be sharing. Get something to bite if you fancy it." He added, chuckling a bit at his own poor zombie joke. "Dear me, they get worse." Jason smirked, shaking his head as he walked upstairs and into his and Jess' shared bedroom.