Zack took the lead and that was just fine with her. He made a better bulldozer anyhow, and his weapon could keep the zombies at bay the way her fists couldn't. Hunching her shoulders inward to make herself less of a target, Tifa followed right behind the former SOLDIER's path. A few hands grabbed her, and every time the brunette stopped breathing, hoping against hope this wouldn't end in cuts of bites. The last thing she needed was to get injured again. Her track record was lousy enough.

The doors into the bar were in sight, and Tifa hoped they were unlocked as well. In front of the entrance, she turned around to the growing crowd of undead. Her back pressed up against Zack's to encourage motion into the bar while an idea struck her outside. Neither of their materia were going to help thwart the zombies, but she figured she could attempt to obstruct them. Summoning a spell of ice, she coated the concrete before the door with a thick skin of black ice. It may be a waste, but that was no excuse not to try. At least it'd be amusing to watch them slip. Maybe a few of them would skull themselves right into a coma.