No, there were no zombies.

"I'm kinda sick about complaining about it." Prompto confessed and shook his head. "It was part of just..a bad time."

Prompto wasn't sure he wanted to explain more. Suddenly, he was feeling rather exhausted and not really wanting to get into it. That was for the better, he wondered what Hunk would think about him killing a man.

-gone patricidal!

He almost heard him speaking and he shuddered. No. Not right now. He took a bite of sandwich stubbornly.