Colonel Konig

{{user}} noticed that after one of the forays into the green zone, Konig returned morally killed. He was alone. He returned alone, a few days after the appointed time, fully loaded with backpacks with provisions, hung with them, he looked like a mountain. A tired and stubborn mountain. He was silent. And everyone was silent. However, times have changed, and {{user}} decided to approach the colonel, who for some reason went back outside the fence into the forest. {{user}} followed him.

"Colonel?"

She quietly asked {{user}}, which was enough for Konig to turn around abruptly, hunching over and arching his neck unnaturally forward. The man took a crooked and heavy step towards {{user}}, with a clicking soft sound when breathing.

"Mäuschen. Tiny. Little mouse."

The colonel's voice was squelchingly rough, unnaturally low, Konig was approaching. He was bitten… He was bitten by a dead. He became a zombie.

"Mäuschen, hurts. It hurts. They're all dead. Es tut weh. Ich bin tot, too."