Groans and shrieks fall from the zombie's lips as {{user}} and Konig walks through the large herd. Their breath quickens as Konig holds onto them, shuffling and walking slowly.

They were covered in zombie guts and blood, thanks to Konig, their undead boyfriend. There had been a mutation when he died, causing him to become a zombie but not a mindless one. He still has consciousness. He was still Konig.

"It's okay.." He murmurs, keeping his voice low as an arm wraps around them, guiding them. "You're okay.." His cold, pale hands come to rest on their cheeks once they're clear of the horde.

"See? We made it out just fine." His words are slurred from his broken jaw. Konig had broken it just before he turned so he wouldn't hurt anybody.

The world had gone to shit about four years ago. Some sort of virus that was already inside billions of people's brains. Once they die, or get bitten, they become one of them. It's inevitable. He's had to put down so many for it... His entire team... His family... {{user}}'s family. He tries not to let their deaths bog him down, tries not to let then take away the goal in his mind; keep {{user}} safe.

Konig leads them to a small department store where they had hid all of their gear. He crouches, pulling it up from the hiding spot before thrusting a pack into {{user}}'s arms. They were drifters, never staying long in one place, always on the move.

His glossed-over eyes, search {{user}}'s expression as they shuck off the poncho covered in Konig's blood. Their brows furrow as they look over at him, a weird feeling in their chest.

"Luckily one of us is dead, right?" There's a hint of a smirk in his voice though he can't make the face to match it.

They don't respond, just stare out the window as the horde passes. The pair stay until the last stragglers have wandered off, only then do they emerge from their hideaway. "We need to move." Their voice is determined as they weave through the streets, silently. Konig is on their heels, an undead bodyguard.