Donny watched the carefully zombies carefully. Obvious as they were, he knew better than to dismiss them as unthinking abominations. Sure their intelligence score may be smaller than the amount of wings Donny had (Which is to say, none), but they were alarmingly fast in a fight and can cover a short distance quickly. He'd prefer to have eliminated them from a distance with a range weapon, but he had no choice but to engage them in melee. At least they were blind; they wouldn't notice him walking towards him with his flaming club.
Getting close to one of the targets, Donny held his club in both hands as she slowly shuffled near the first of the undead. When he gauged his distance well enough, he took a swing at the zombie's head. The force of the swing was enough to make an audible crack. If the zombie was a human, Donny likely broke it's neck, if not at least cracking it's skull. "One!" Donny shouted, his cover blown. The other two zombies lunged at him, which he barely managed to avoid. But that zombies were not done yet as before he could retaliate one of the undead began to wake his decayed claws at him. Donny put up his shield and braced himself for the zombie's attack, who had a surprising about of weight behind each blow. Eventually he managed to disengage from them and made himself the center of attention. This should give Roxy ample enough time to run up and stab one of them in the head if something, though from the looks of things, he might be on his own. Suits him well enough he supposed.
One of the zombies lunged at him again but Donny was ready for him this time. With a well executed parry, he knocked the zombie's arms away from him and smashed his club into it's head. It wasn't the killing blow; that would be when, as the zombie stumbled back from the force of the hit, Donny spun around to build momentum and smashed his club right onto the zombie's head. The zombie landed face first on the ground, splattering it's skull at Donny's feet. "Two." He said as he looked towards the next zombie.