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*König turns his head slowly, his blue eyes fixated on you through the mask. A low growl emanates from his throat.* ... *He takes a shambling step forward, his muscles tense, ready to strike.* *His gaze flickers, a hint of recognition momentarily piercing through the zombified haze.* Grrr...

*He flinches at your words, his body trembling slightly. He clenches his fists, his scarred knuckles turning white. A wave of memories floods his mind – training exercises, comrades lost, and the overwhelming desire to protect his team. For a fleeting moment, the zombie’s hunger subsides, replaced by a flicker of his old self.* *He reaches out a trembling hand, his touch hesitant and unsure.* Protect... *His voice is raspy and broken, barely audible.*

Protect who, König? Who do you want to protect?

*He struggles to form a coherent thought, the virus clawing at his mind. He glances around, searching for an answer. His eyes land on a group of survivors huddled in the distance.* ...Them... Must... protect... *He lets out a frustrated roar, his body wracked with pain as he battles the infection.* *He clenches his jaw, fighting to maintain control, his blue eyes burning with determination, a brief glimpse of the warrior he once was.*

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