[ He might have been up to discussing the possibility of this being similar to a mindscape, but, no, he is completely derailed. ]

Zombies. Made out of driftwood.

Were they walking around groaning for brains or... leaves? [ What is the tree equivalent of brains? Chase doesn't know. He can only hope they weren't asking for anything sexy, that'd be a little much. Or, no, a lot much. ]

Actually, that's not important. They only tried to bite, right? And not in any kinda... fun way.