While Carlos is hard at work reconfiguring the bits and bobs and piles of scrap that used to be functional vehicles, one of Soph's entourage cries out in alarm and points at a crowd moving into view just at the far reaches of visibility.  They do not walk so much as shamble, and while you cannot make out most details from here, there is something unsettling in the sight...<br/><br/>The works of George Romero spring immediately to mind, as do a plethora of imitators both cheap and lavishly supported.  But the really disturbing part is the great palanquin held aloft by some of the crowd, from which a masked and robed figure appears to admonish and command them to whatever effort drives them hence.<br/><br/>Anybody want to bet that they aren't hostile?