The good news is that it crushed several of the zombies who were waiting on the other side. The bad news is that it alerted all of their still-uncrushed brethren. We were at one end of a large subterranean hall with a ceiling so high it was lost in the gloom. Torches lined the walls, giving enough light to illuminate dozens of zombies milling around the chamber, and a large nondescript statue at least twenty feet tall standing at the center.