These creatures were hardly paying attention to anything happening near them. They just stood, or sat, swaying in the shadows. Sionn might dart from one shadow to next, finding her way between the groups of creatures towards safety...or whatever was on the other side - had it not been for the fact that these undead could see perfectly well in the dark. Their senses might be crude and their perception and mind, simple and confused...nonetheless, to them this room was lit up as if with a myriad of torches and blazing fires. And Sionn was a shadow passing between them and the light. They hissed, and started moving, brittle limbs covered in putrid flesh. Faces of death, drawn in perpetual grins, with any remaining facial features sagging from the bone underneath. They were zombies.<br/><br/>(ooc: Initiative and actions?)