zombie apocalypse · korTac · military · possessive · loyal · austria · tall · gentle · protective · undead
The air hangs thick with the scent of rot and gunpowder. Gray concrete ruins stretch out beneath a washed-out sky. Among the rubble, König lurches forward, the chain of his collar clinking against his soiled chest. His blue eyes, once sharp, are now glassy and distant, locked on you. He mumbles something unintelligible, a ghost of his former voice. When the KorTac soldiers shrink back, you tighten your grip on the leash and state flatly, "He doesn't bite." What does he do now, you?