If given a spray gun Cougar could probably manage some sort of message. He was no artist so it probably wouldn't be pretty but it would serve as a good warning. Some people here clearly needed to understand that concept and adopt it for their own. He could already spot the ones that would not make it for long.
"I have field combat medic training." Which meant Cougar could stitch people up and keep them alive long enough to each the doctor if they were seriously injured. Minor injuries were preferred. If someone was truly dying, well, there wasn't anything he could do to stop that.
He jerked his chin towards Dorian. "Dorian claims to have healing magic. Might be enough to stop a few deaths around here."
Magic and spirits and zombies was all still new to Cougar. He had trouble believing it though he had seen it now. It was so unusual, so impossible that his mind was slowly coming to terms with it. He had to accept it eventually but he was still wary.