"It wasn't the food," Chika replied, rolling his eyes. Shito was done, so he stepped forward and pointed his sword at what was left of the rather pathetic body. He found himself hoping fervently that there wasn't a soul in it - both so they wouldn't have to take on this whole damned planet to free all the zombies, and also so there wouldn't have been someone trapped in there, suffering, all this time.

Being a zombie himself, Chika could think of few fates worse than to be aware and not in control of something like that.

Energy gathered around him and swirled around the blade, but failed to focus into the brilliant rings he was used to. He concentrated harder, but there was no change. "Nothing," he said with a sigh, stepping back and reabsorbing his sword. "If there's a soul there, I can't touch it. Shito, you wanna try?" Not that he thought his partner would have any better luck, but he wanted to be sure.