The Z Plague

As you drive home in your Chevy suburban, a figure blacks the road. Tires squeal as you swerve off the road. The vehicle crashes into a tree. Sparks fly as you get out of your car to confront the figure. As you stand, you see the figure raise its arms and shamble steadily towards your position. Fearing this guy to be infected, you:

You have 2 choices: