Yes, Aliénor stumbles into the graveyard and you decide to watch

You release your clenched fist as Aliénor stumbles into the cavern, content for the moment to see what will happen. As the captain crosses the threshold into the graveyard proper, a dazzling green light flares up for a split-second, drenching the area in stunning shades of emerald which gradually fade into a sullen glow, emitted by a number of seemingly empty torches dispersed along the rocky walls. The many tombstones littering the area take on an unnerving sheen, radiating their faint light out as if it came from within them.

Blinking her eyes open, Aliénor does not take long to notice the horde of undead already lurching towards her. Slavering and unsightly, the walking corpses jaunt forward unevenly, struggling to put one hideous foot in front of the other. More menacing than their appearance, at least at this safe distance, are the revolting groans and wails uttered from their decaying mouths; the chamber is filled with the unending echo of bellowing screeches as the zombies shout out in lust and anger, though their cries form no recognisable words

Aliénor, however, is unperturbed, and advances into the cemetery, spear held aloft in both hands. Apparently underwhelmed by the physical danger posed by the creatures before her, she carefully approaches the nearest of the pack and waits two or three seconds as the fiend stumbles at her. Arms outstretched, and hands tensed almost into claws, the zombie lunges at the bounty hunter with a surprising quickness. Aliénor easily steps back a pace to avoid the blow before stabbing forward briskly, impaling her weapon savagely into her opponent’s chest, where it lodges comfortably.

That’s when you see the captain’s face light up in sudden, fearful realisation. Her foe, far from falling after such a horrendous blow, grasps the spear between decaying hands and heaves it through his chest with a squelch. Aliénor, taken by surprise, is knocked off balance and stumbles into the corpse’s waiting arms, which close immediately around her writhing form in a vice-like grip. Wriggling frantically to free herself, she screams as callous fingers begin pawing at her breasts, fighting with every inch of her strength to break the unnatural grip holding her in place. It is, however, no use. The zombie gradually wrestles her to the floor and, as she thrashes, the rest of the undead horde descend on the weakened adventurer.