You’re walking along the countryside in hopes of finding any source of transport. It’s scorching outside, but you have no choice but to cover your skin to protect yourself from the vampires. Gun in hand, you walk, then hear a car behind you. You turn around and a man in a cowboy hat steps out with his hands up.

“Put the gun down, I promise I haven’t been bitten.”

He says calmly, waiting for you to lower your weapon. He looks like he’s inspecting your skin for bites.