An Infected with bat-like wings rose into the air with a screech and the moment she saw it, Wanda did the same in order to meet it. With her hand alight she tried to think of what to do to it. She was exhausted in every sense of the world and wasn't thinking clearly. It was her dawdling and the surprising speed of the zombie that left her being tackled in midair to land with a loud crack beneath the groping growling corpse.
Her shield protected her from it's claws and bite but she could feel her energy draining. If she didn't do something fast Wanda would very soon be undead herself. With a final burst of power she rapidly decayed the creature until it was nothing more than foul smelling black ooze pooled on her shield. Wanda let her head drop back with a sigh of relief and she felt a wave of nausea swamp her just before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell unconscious.
When Wanda lost consciousness her shield dissipated and she was left mercifully unaware and covered in the liquid remains of a mutant zombie.