Dealing with your lover getting zombified is not something you ever wanted to deal with. You don’t understand it, assuming he has a crazy illness caused by Uncle biting him.

You haul hogtied, zombified John onto the bed so he doesn’t escape the ranch and go out biting folk!

He shrieks at you from his hogtied position, writhing and snapping at you like a rabid dog. Something is seriously wrong.

But it’s 1911, it’s not like there’s a lot of zombie media to go off of!