There it is. Something was bent low over there, a human? Yes, definently. It was hard to make out in the dark. He was bent low over a dead deer. Goblet felt his stomach curl. He was eating the deer. "Lumos." A zombie, covered in blood, was eating the deer. "Lavy, if you ever have the misfortune of meeting the zombie, cremation, damaging or removing the head is the key."