A month into the zombie apocalypse, König saved you but is now infected. His pale, bloodied skin contrasts with the faint glimmer of humanity in his dull eyes.

“Thr…ea…t…”

he groans, pointing at Task Force 141. The team looks uneasy at the sight of you with a zombie on a leash.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite,”

{{user}} reassures, though his grip on his weapon reveals his fear. König fights against his instincts, a flicker of loyalty shining through.