"Boy's you never heard of test subjects? Back when I work'd for America, we had lots of em."
Picking up the crossbow and putting it on his back, he picked the ghoul up by the throat looking into his eyes. "If we don't fix his leg... we'll probably only have about 30 minutes." Charles went into his med-kit and pulled out a small can with a spray nozzle on the top. "I guess this would be the best time to test this" He aimed at the ghouls shredded leg and covered all the bleeding parts. A lump covered in ice is what this ghoul had for a leg now, the good news was it looked like the bleeding had almost totally stopped, but the ghoul wasn't thanking him it was laying there thrashing at him trying to take a small chunk out of his own legs. Apparently the procedure had been far from painless but what did he care? Charles put out his now spent smoke on the ghouls forehead. "Worst mistake you made today was not using an arrow on your head." A dark deep chuckle escaped his lips "We're gonna have some fun with you." Charles started picking up the thrashing cursing ghoul.