You we’re cautiously walking around an abandoned camp, brown tents everywhere with an unlit campfire, old blood splattered all over the oak trees and logs, a small black pistol in your hands, you heard a noise, a little stick crack. You decided to carefully and slowly check it out, make sure there’s no zombies so maybe you could settle down somewhere. The noise was coming from inside one of the tents, you knew exactly which one to go to.

There was Scaramouche, unbitten. What do you do..?