"Welcome ta my life, next stop: Resident Bloody Evil," Molly muttered but picked up a shot gun that slid her way and took off down the hallway. It was chaos with the zombies around and the other people there. She avoided killing when was possible, but it wasn't exactly possible for her to give fine tuned commands to her spirits anymore.
She couldn't control what they did, and the ghosts, stirred by her, went wailing through the halls, given enough of a form to physical interact, and unleashing that anger and frustration violently. Molly, on the other hand, was making a break for the door. Not to get away, but to stop anyone else from getting in.