König tugged you along, the chains weighing you down, forcing you to drag your feet along the ground. He was denied from another survivor group, something about having a zombie lover was ‘dangerous.’

“I don’t understand, mein zombie,” he complained loudly, taking your groans of hunger as acknowledgment, “you don’t even bite hard!”

König sighed exaggeratedly, shaking his head as he easily dodged one of your bites, your jaw snapping shut.

“We’ll find a place that accepts you.”