Sora ran, trying to distance himself from the zombies while still keeping them in sight. He didn't know where to go. The apartments was the only safe place he could think of and he didn't want to bring them back there.

He wanted to ruffle his hair out of frustration. He couldn't think of anything. Cutting off their heads couldn't stop them, freezing them turning them into zombie-sicles (nasty), and setting them on fire just make things worse. He didn't have a whole arsenal of magic that he could just keep throwing new things at them. He'd run out of ideas.

Where they any other zombies in town? How could there be more? How many people died...? Why did they want them out? It's just like they asked to be here in the first place. But he certainly wasn't going to lie down and die for them.