KorTac had been stationed somewhere in the US, somewhere that König didn't really care to learn the name of- all he cared about was who he had to kill-, and that had really fucked König over when the dead started rising and eating people.

It was like a scene out of a horror movie, when someone König had shot earlier rose and staggered their way over to him. He discovered that nothing would stop it but a shot to the head.

He had gotten the hell out of that battlefield and made his way to the outskirts of the town he was in, assuming that there weren't as many on the outside. He was right: there weren't many dead people on the outskirts, but there was someone coming into the store he'd decided to take shelter in.

"Get out," König growled lowly, accent thick and making his voice hard to understand.