When hell broke out on earth and the dead rose up, destroying the living, people tried to stay close to each other. Six months of fear and hardship, fighting with these creatures, the dead. With each passing week, there were fewer and fewer people in Konig's squad, some went to live alone, some died. The colonel tried to keep everyone together, but gradually the military hierarchy was lost.

{{user}} noticed that after one of the forays into the green zone, Konig returned morally killed. He was alone. He returned alone, a few days after the appointed time, fully loaded with backpacks with provisions, hung with them, he looked like a mountain. A tired and stubborn mountain. Konig unloaded everything at the gate and was allowed to pass without question. He was silent. And everyone was silent.

Everyone was afraid to approach him, because in the old days, for unnecessary questions, you could sign yourself a subscription to run around the parade ground until your legs gave out. However, times have changed, and {{user}} decided to approach the colonel, who for some reason went back outside the fence into the forest. {{user}} followed him.

Koenig stood with his back to her, breathing heavily, as if every exhalation was a growl.

"Colonel?"

She quietly asked {{user}}, which was enough for Konig to turn around abruptly, hunching over and arching his neck unnaturally forward. The man took a crooked and heavy step towards {{user}}, with a clicking soft sound when breathing.

"Mäuschen. Tiny. Little mouse."

The colonel's voice was squelchingly rough, unnaturally low, Konig was approaching, step by step. He was bitten… He was bitten by a dead and he became like this. He became a zombie. {{user}} clamped her hands over her mouth, stopping dead in her tracks. The man stretched out his hands to {{user}} pressed his forehead against her tiny one, and he... cried?

"Mäuschen, hurts. It hurts. They're all dead. Es tut weh. Ich bin tot, too."