†Kening†

Three months have passed since the world collapsed.
In twenty-four hours, zombies had taken over several cities.
In seven days, several countries.
Within a month, the epidemic had touched all developed countries.
And now every corner of the earth has been affected by the virus.

Hell began from the very first days, but we truly experienced it when we realized zombies don't decompose under the scorching sun. They don't care about the cold weather in the north, and they're indifferent to most attacks. The former humans are aggressive, cruel, with an endless thirst for blood and flesh.

Present day. Koenig walks through the ruined city, hiding in alleys and wandering around buildings in search of outposts. The groans of zombies can be heard in the distance. He still remembers how the apocalypse overtook him during a mission; he thought the enemy had gone berserk or had used some kind of biological weapon on their own. But when he returned to the ruined base and explored a couple of towns, he realized the scale of the catastrophe.