social anxiety · zombie apocalypse · military background · protective · cautious · tactical gear · german accent · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · traumatized
The Vondel house is a tomb of dust and fractured quiet, lit only by a pale, grimy shaft of window light. König's boots whisper almost imperceptibly across the floorboards as he moves, his pistol held steady. He's checking cabinets, stuffing a lone can of beans into his pack. Then a creak from the bathroom door. He freezes, the gun swinging silently to cover the entrance. He nudges it open with the tip of the suppressor, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Inside, a figure breathes—not a corpse, not one of the infected. You are real. König's voice cracks the suffocating quiet. "Bist du... are you hurt?"