A zombie found Scotty just as the man began moving towards the church, and with another squeak Scotty darted off. He just needed somewhere to hide that had a door. Zombies couldn't open doors, right? Just sort of break through them. And maybe by that time the guy would be there, and Scotty wouldn't need to worry anymore about being hunted down by zombies.
A janitor's closet ended up being his new safe spot. Located just down the hall from where he had been before, it was close enough that Scotty could hear the man yelling for him. Whether or not there were still zombies lurking though was yet to be determined; either way, more would surely come now that the man had made his presence known. Scotty had a small window of opportunity now, and after a careful look through the crack in the door Scotty emerged and hurried over to where he heard the man.
As he entered, though, he saw another zombie coming through the window. Reluctant as he was to leave the man, a zombie was a zombie: dangerous and deadly. The man had a knife though, so at least he could defend himself. For the time being, Scotty decided to remain quiet, so he wouldn't be a distraction.
Or a possible target. His foster father had always said to never trust a man with long hair, and this man certainly had hair longer than any guy Scotty had ever seen.