"Aim for the heads or the hearts, anywhere else and they'll just keep coming. Don't worry, they look worse than they really are. Just... don't let them scratch you… or bite you… or drool on you…" He lifted his hand and made a clicking motion. The knife fanned out, revealing two more blades. In one swift movement he let fly the projectiles, downing two monsters. The two officers hesitated then opened fire on the line of zombies.
Tails squeezed shut his eyes and crouched down, trying to ignore the horror. If he couldn't see it, it wasn't there. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard a close moaning. He dared to unlock an eye. A zombie stood before him, as frightfully disgusting as the last. A black liquid dripped from its overflowing mouth. Tails scrunched up his eyes once more, trying to shrink into the shadows. He knew this was it; he didn't have the strength to fight, not like Sonic. He whimpered piteously as he felt the thing grip his arm, awaiting the pain, the final swipe that would end his short life, an invitation to Death's sweet embrace.
But it never came. Only when the smell of burning flesh caused his gorge to rise did he creak open his eyes. The zombie stood, cocking its head rather stupidly, staring at its smoking hand. A faint white shrouded Tails' arm. The zombie moaned a little more urgently, the howled out in pain. Its hand was burning, turning white hot. It tried to pull away but couldn't. The aura had latched on to its claw, enveloping it. The light then travelled further up its arm, slowly at first, then all of it swarming off of Tails and on to the monster. It moaned dreadfully, clutching its head.
Smoke billowed off of the thing, sickening Tails. It wailed, backing away from the fox, then burst into flames. The hideous sight and the horrible smell caused Tails to throw up again; he wasn't feeling well at all. He looked away, trying to ignore the gradually diminishing death cries. The wailing stopped and he heard a splash. Tails looked back in time to see the small force finish cutting down the undead horde.
"Now you." Tails jumped at the sound. "If you're done with this charade of power then I insist you give yourself up and come with me." Xander took a step closer to Tails, who shrank back even further, he had the insatiable need to turn in to mist and simply slip through the bars. "Come on, there's no where left to run. You can't possibly w…" Xander sighed when a high-pitched screech dashed away the rest of his sentence. He turned around… and reached for a cigarette.