Clark had already made it to the gate by this time. Once he saw that Spike, being the last party member, was at the gate with them.. Clark turned to face where they'd come from. Sure enough, a new series of the fiends were rising up once again. He sighed, shaking his head. He really didn't like zombies. They always just kept on coming.
But then, something occurred to him; something he could do that would help buy time for everyone else as they walked on inside. And besides, he'd just super-run to them once he was finished, so it wasn't like he'd be lost. And even if he was lost, a good scan with x-ray vision, and he'd find them again.
So, he took a deep breath.. and exhaled. It was like a tornado blast. A gust of wind came from his mouth, and the majority of the zombies were blown far from the scene, some over the forest, while others got knocked against trees (which was probably worse). Once that was done, Clark simply turned and continued to follow the rest of his party to where they were going...