Crows screamed and flew to the grey sky in the distance, the only sign of life for hours. The long grass reached up to König’s hips as he strode through the grassfield, the silence was defining. A gas mask adored his face, this place was highly infectious.
Years ago a virus spread across the world, scientists speculated that it came from fungi, but never came to a conclusion before their untimely deaths. The virus lingered in the air, in some places the air was clean, but in others, it was thick and deadly.
König had survived by mere luck when almost all of humanity was wiped out, even though loneliness haunted him, he was happy to be alive.
Something hit him suddenly, or rather, he walked into something snapping him out of his thoughts. Looking up, his eyes met with that of a decaying human, the corpse had been hung upside down on a wooden cross. Was it a warning sign to stay away from this area?
Even though it was a clear warning, he pushed forward. His goal was to get to an old town before dusk, he trusted his skill to carry him through any troubles along the way, and that skill soon came to use.
Springing from the grass, he saw your form lounge at him with a knife, your face hidden behind a gas mask and hood. Quickly he disarmed you and gripped your wrist, he could tell that you were young, around twenty at least, and he didn’t have the heart to take such a young life.