As Ice looked about really taking it in, her tail and ears drooped. Instinct? Or just common sense, whichever had her already wanting to go back to being lost in the woods. 

As she was figuring out what had just happened to poor Jensen, the poor guy. His compatriot was in obvious shock as he started babbling to ice about their hunting trip, to which she had smiled and nodded starting to try and comfort him a tad, all she had to hear was hunting to know hes probably got a gun. Guns and being upset generally end badly for all parties...But before she could offer a word Jensen reminded both of them why this situation is so cruel!
The hunter was emotionally confused, pleading with his now rabid corpse of a friend! It became more and more obvious that he was too confused to even struggle properly, Ice narrowed her eyes. With five quick strides she had closed the distance, her sixth was to use the momentum for a rising round house! Barely missing the hunters face but hitting "Jensen" clean in the forehead! The force was enough to not only stun the ravenous undead but lift it lean of the other man. But ice had done this dance a few times she knew this wasn't done. A normal man would be counting stars right now, but not these things! 
Before the creature had time to land she was already leaping up lifting a leg her right leg high enough in the air that you would have thought her a cheerleader not a prizefighter! A sudden shift and the foot may has well been a sledgehammer, the boot crushed the front of the creatures skull with a sound like a melon being split....The newly formed mushroom soup seemed to adhere to her boot when she pulled it from the redead, undead Jensen. "Yeah...Never gunna get used to that smell." Shaking her head she turned back to the panicked hunter. Forcing a sympathetic grin once again she approaches squatting next to him...The entire thing had been mere seconds, but Ice knows he may be a little less than thrilled that she just drove her boot through his zombie friends face. "Deeeeeep breaths, everything is....Sorta okay now. Now, I don't know you, I didn't know him, But I ain' trying to kill you. I am going to head that way, unless you know better. You are welcome to follow, but whatever you do, don't sit here quivering."
She waits to see his response, hopefully...more like with luck, but hope is a good word, He is rational enough to understand her.