They made it a little further before one came after Tifa, and Zack spun around right in time to see her take it out with her bare hands (and feet). It was a pretty impressive sight, enough that he actually paused for a moment just to watch. She'd clearly come a long way, and while that should have been obvious by now, Zack kept being struck by the time difference between him and his friends in all sorts of ways.

"We're just about there," he told her as he kept an eye on the dispersed horde, wanting the mindless creatures to know that he wasn't going to be taken by surprise so easily. A little further down the street, on the other side, he could see the double doors that led into the bar. Zack was hoping that the bar itself wasn't crowded with these things, though they seemed to prefer the outside for whatever reason.

Or maybe he was just telling himself that.

Moving further away from the downed (yet still clawing) zombie, he nodded toward those doors. "It's there," he said, "across the street. We're just going to have to run as fast as we can... barrel through them." And hope that their claws didn't scratch and their jaws didn't bite -- not too much, anyway.

He bent his knees slightly, preparing to run again. "All right. One... two... three!" And then he took off across the street, expecting Tifa to follow. His pry bar was held in front of him as he got ready for one of those things to get in his way. And if they did? He'd smacked them down.