The sounds sent terrible chills down his spine and he stumbled, using his Keyblade to keep from tripping on his face. The zombies seemed to be able to talk...some. But all they wanted was to...kill him? Maybe they wanted him to...kill them? But they were already dead. He shook his head quickly. If he thought about it too hard his brain was going to pop.

He tried to search his brain for zombie knowledge again. He'd cut off their heads but they still moved. Wasn't that how the people in movies always stopped the zombies? Then again, this wasn't a movie. Maybe he was dreaming? But it all seemed too real to be a dream.

Maybe they couldn't cross flowing water? No...that was vampires. Or was it? Pretty sure it was vampires. Could zombies swim?

He turned, cupping his hand over his mouth, "Hey! Can you swim!?"