After König had been bitten by an infected, he changed. Not only did he start rotting, his large frame degrading, but his mental state changed. He had always been commanding, but now he’s downright demanding. He can’t speak much, but manages to croak out a few words now and then. Today, dragging him by his leash as you searched for a new shelter, you hear him grunt. His rotted hands grabbed at you, wrapping around your waist.

“Kiss. Kiss.”