Jason had a hard time catching up to the girl, his footsteps heavy and slowing as he came to the dead end. He noticed the zombie, it's foul mouth beginning to open wide to scream, and quickly went to it and pushed it down, stomping it's head a few times, before looking around for more. Seeing none, he wiped his shoe on the zombie before turning around, watching the girl climb up the escape after some struggle. Perplexed about why she didn't kill the zombie and ask for help, he went after her, climbing up with ease, placing his knife on the ledge by the ladder, pulling himself over, hands in the air when he noticed her gun. "...Woah, hey, I'm a friendly, I'm good," he spoke with a hint of a southern drawl, his forehead and skin beaded with sweat. "I just.. Have ya seen my sister? Tall, skin like mine, blue tattoos all over her arm. Probably got a motorcycle with her." He asked, eyes darting about her but always landing on that gun of hers. "...c-could you put that thing down? my only weapon's over on the ledge... and it makes me a bit nervous. An', uh, if you're willing to, d'ya have anything to trade? I heard a zombie scream a'cha when I was looting a gas station, so I have some excess I could trade." he pulled his bag out in front of him and sat it down, rustling through it and pulling out some toilet paper, and a granola bar. "...awh don't tell me I left that stuff on the counter," he breathed , digging around for more.