The mage chuckled, watching the fleeing woman.  "Might as well help her."  He spun up a magic missile spell, casting it at the zombie, hoping it would slow it down, or perhaps confuse it--well, as much as you could confuse mindless undead.  "Hang on, kid!  Help's on the way!" he called out to the running woman, then he cast the spell, targeting the zombie.<br/><br/>[magic missile, 1st level spell (1 of 3 1'st level spells memorized)<br/>auto hit, 1d4+1 damage, rolled a 3, result 4 points of damage to the zombie, um, assuming it's in range, which is 110 feet]