Xion hadn't been sleeping much. Hadn't been eating as much as she should be either. Sleeping was worst though, because there was something about these things that stuck in her head and kept her awake more than almost any Heartless ever had (the one exception being the one that had transformed in a blink of an eye into her best friend when Axel stepped between them, stopped what the Organization had been trying to do).

She had to make sure her friends were safe. If they were out there risking their lives, then she wanted to be helping them.

Thankfully she and Roxas had found each other, had teamed up. With his Keyblade and her focusing on magic, they had been cutting a sizable swath in the zombies horde, though as they'd gotten more and more mutually exhausted, the less good a thing that became.

Finally they managed to take down the last one leaving the warehouse they were in quiet. Xion glanced around briefly, before turning to Roxas, looking dead on her feet.

"Let's take a break," she stammered, leaning back against a crate and sliding down into a sitting position.