Naomi, going solo.

Naomi heroically volunteered to find the main horde (although to be honest, the number of tracks didn't quite look big enough to be called a horde) and take them all out at once, preventing an attack from the rear on the other two. There had been more than a few moments recently when she'd felt quite sacriligeous desires, and she wanted to flex her magic to reassure herself of her connection to the holy scriptures. That connection also meant that she could faintly sense the unnatural corruption of the risen, and it seemed to be coming from the west. Her connection was not yet advanced enough to recognise that the corruption to the east, where her friends were heading, was stronger than might be expected from a risen lord. If her holy senses had been much more advanced, she might have noticed that both sets of corrupted magic had a strange, almost spicy twist to them, a twist that seemed to be increasing their power in a very specific way...

Left to their own devices until their lord calls them back to do his bidding, the risen move without any real purpose. They had probably spent the day wandering around the forest, chasing whatever animals they came across in their slow shambling run. Naomi could tell she was close by the forest's increasing silence. She contacted her compatriots, letting them know, then moved closer to the source of the unnatural magic. Stealth wasn't her strong suit, but quick thinking wasn't a zombie's strong suit, so she felt like she had a chance at a surprise attack.