Lights reflected dully against three figures huddled within the shelter of a building's covered doorway. A piece of paper held in lumpy, misshapen gloves.

Gloves sat all wrong, as if the hands were just as wrong beneath them. Long cloaks wrinkled and stuck just as eldritch. Though it was not obvious, something was not right with the three huddled together.

One figure almost seemed to...jiggle, before a second clapped it upside a wide-brim hatted head.

One figure pointed at the map, then drew a line. Worbble blubba bllbblb? it asked.

Bbbubblejigglewooorrrrr, the two answered rubbery likes.

Gloved hands rolled the map up finally and all three strange figures nodded their heads. Soon. So soon after being weakened by zombies, now would be an excellent time to attack. And they would. Oh yes. Sooooon!