A tired yet heartfelt cheer tore from the group. But numerous dull thuds were heard. Their celebration quickly stopped when silhouettes started to emerge from the dust. A shambling cadaver slowly emerged. Its limbs were twisted, and some of the bones were broken and easily seen from the rotting skin and each step was a struggle. Yet it continued to move. As the dust subsided, more followed. Five, ten, a score, half a hundred. At the bottom of the gorge, large chunks of fallen debris now formed a crossing over the raging Milkwater below.