König was aware he was undead. It had been nearly two weeks; all he could eat was human flesh. Other than that, he didn’t seem much different, just trying to survive the same as everyone else in this country, turned hellhole.

Only issue was, he was starting to decompose. He’d lost an arm… and was just playing it off as an injury. He’d also noticed that his moods were starting to swing… he was acting a lot more like a zombie.

He noticed a stranger across the wasteland. “… Hallo.”