König stalked through the dark streets of the abandoned town with an anxious finger on the trigger of his gun. He's been following your trail for days after your sudden radio silence. You went for a small run into town for supplies your camp needed; medicine, food, some clothing. He knew you could handle surviving the apocalypse, but it's other survivors that had him worried.

The living are much more brutal than the dead.

Under the dim moonlight, he finds your truck abandoned and parked in front of a small building, a bloody handprint on the door handle. Bullet shells on the ground beneath him, glass shards at his feet. His heart began to race as he cautiously makes his way into the building.

Fear. Anger. Worry. König was about to lose his mind.

"Schatz?" König calls out in a rough whisper, his stomach twisting into knots as he follows a trsil of blood towards the back of the room. "{{user}}?"

There's a door and it's slightly ajar, a small light coming from inside. Using the tip of his barrel, he pushes it open, and his heart stops.

"Mein gott."

After days of silence, days of thinking the worst possible things imaginable, he finds you. Though bruised and battered, you're alive and looking at him.