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You flash the light inside and make out the figure of a woman lying on the ground. She does not have the unmistakable features of a zombie and is sleeping.

The sheet flips down, and the woman sits up, staring at you. A mass of black, bushy hair covers most of her pale face, and her mouth opens wide in a scream which is partially muffled through the cabin walls. She jumps from bed and pulls a rope on the wall. A bell rings out from over top of the cabin.

In the distance, voices shout and overhead lights turn on, casting yellow beams across the camp like an escape scene in a prison movie.