Phaedra saw the flinch. She knew where Sam had been. It would have to be dealt with, but not now. And not by her. All she was to him, and likely all she'd be for a while, was a dead thing that happened to be on his side. There were things to be said, but it wasn't her place to say them.
Once everyone was grabbed inside, Phaedra shut and locked the door. She sighed heavily.
So you're hunters, right? You want to explain why we're trying not to kill the flesh-eating monsters? I've been mostly dead all day.
Phaedra looked at Harry, briefly, and then answered the question while pulling down the shades on the house's front windows.
"Technically, we're not hunters. But this place likes to blur the lines. We're good guys, though. And we're not trying to kill those things because they're people."
She pulled her coat off and set it down on a kitchen chair, pulling down the shades on the kitchen window. Zombies were stupid; if they couldn't see anything inside the house, they'd probably just leave. Thinking further, she took another kitchen chair and shoved it under the front doorknob, even though the door was deadbolted.
"They were working. At a fair. In a Halloween corn maze. Just like that guy we saw that was dressed like Jason. And... they became the things they were impersonating."
Phaedra heard the horde still approaching, but it was a very slow progression. The house had a big yard and was set off the road a ways. She was hoping at least half of the monsters would get distracted and shamble another direction.