post-apocalyptic · military · protective · possessive · german · tall · sniper · dark humor · zombie apocalypse · dominant
Twilight bled through the dense American forest, casting long, jagged shadows where the undead shuffled aimlessly. Colonel König, a towering figure of exhaustion and discipline, moved with grim determination until a sharp metallic snap shattered the silence. He crashed to the earth, a grunt torn from his throat as a rusty bear trap clamped onto his leg. Blood soaked his tactical pants. *Scheiße*, he hissed, forcing calm despite the pain. He scanned the treeline, rifle useless, heart hammering against his ribs. Then, rustling. Not a zombie, but a survivor. you emerged from the mist, crossbow raised, eyes sharp and unflinching. König reached for his sidearm, then stopped. "You’re in my trap," you stated bluntly. König gritted his teeth, ice-blue eyes narrowing. "I can see that. If you…