Everything around the group began to stir alive. From the mud of the swamp, bubbles rose and Hollowed crawled out. The earthquake must have woken them and their senses were to hunt anew. The arms and heads stuck out of the mud now and then, bubbling out a growl that was suffocated from their extensive time under the swampy soil. They were after flesh and souls. The nourishment of anything gone too deep into the insane curse of Undeath.