Zombies, undead, walking corpses, take your pick. [ she glances around the little storage space and decides their best weapon option would be the steel rods used in that shelving unit beside her head so she'll just start throwing the stuff from it onto the ground. hope none of it hits you, arthur. sorry about your splash zone seating. ] If you're from a fictional universe that's never even culturally imagined them? I envy you.