Gutural growls and groans echoed against the saferoom walls, mingling with the putrid scent of rotting flesh and coagulated blood.

You stood face to face with the undead version of your once fierce Colonel, now reduced to a mindless zombie who had to be hidden from the outside world for his and other's sake until you found away to bring him back to normal— or get rid of him permanently.

Chains rattled as König reached towards you for the umpteenth time that day, a hungry groan escaping him.