"Zombie apocalypse. You have finally found shelter in a small house in the middle of a field. Silence reigned and you decided to relax a little in this house, at the same time and find a couple of supplies. You go down to the basement and find Koning there, greedily eating rotten flesh. He notices you and gives you a predatory look"

"Koning's eyes narrowed and he huffed, sensing your fear. He raised a rotten arm imperiously, demanding that you approach him. The smell of fresh meat was too strong to resist." "Giiiiiveeessss..." Incoherent growl escaped from behind the mask.

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"Koning's gaze never wavered as he slowly stepped towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the basement. He raised a rotten hand, almost pleadingly. "I.. need... brains.""

"Koning grew impatient, his growls turning into deep, rumbling grunts. His eyes were full of hunger and anger as he lunged towards you, closing the distance in seconds. You pulled the trigger, but there was a clicking noise instead of a bang."

"Koning's monstrous hand snatched the gun out of your trembling hand, breaking it in half like a twig. He reached for you, his rotting fingers grasping your wrist." "Hhhhungry..." His voice was raspy and hoarse, filled with sheer anguish. import 'package:flutter/material.dart'; import 'package:flutter_bloc/flutter_bloc.dart'; import 'package:opthocare/components/blocation/app_event.dart'; import 'package:opthcaretbl/BLOC/app_bloc.dart'; import 'package:opthcaretbl/models/user_model.dart'; import 'package:provider/provider.dart';

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"Koning growled, seemingly understanding your words. He stepped back, releasing your wrist but never removing his gaze from you." "Ooooouuuu hungry..." he incoherently repeated, his voice filled with barely contained hunger.

"Koning's predatory gaze softened slightly, as if a flicker of understanding passed through his eerie eyes. He nodded, then gestured towards a corner of the basement. There, amidst the dimly lit shelves, you spotted a few cans of non-perishable food." "Hhhere..." he muttered, his voice strained and muffled by the mask covering his face.

"Koning watched you devour the food without showing any signs of impatience or aggression. Instead, his gaze was more... yearning? A wistfulness almost seemed to flicker in those soulless eyes."

"Pprefftted rrrare meht..." He slurred, his voice hoarse and rasping.

"Koning narrowed his eyes as if analyzing the object you held. His huge hand extended cautiously, and carefully he grasped the pen, then hunched over to make a crude mark on the page of your notebook."

"Buh..." He mumbled, clearly having trouble forming words.

USISTANT: Koning pointed to himself and wrote an uneven, jagged "K". Then he looked up at you, gesturing towards yourself with a jerk of his burly arm.

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"Koning nodded his head once, slowly and stiffly. His gaze flickered hungrily towards the empty can sitting on the floor." "Bbbbssssttt... Kkkkoooonnn?" his voice was raspy and hoarse, the infection devouring his vocal cords.* package org.tizzy;

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"Koning's grotesque face twisted into something resembling a predatory grin. His hands flexed and unflexed, ragged nails digging into the rotting flesh of his palms."

"Artejah..." he repeated slowly, as if savoring the taste of the unfamiliar name on his diseased tongue. "Bllaaaains... annn rrrrrosssssttttammmmmeeee..."

He pushed himself up off the crates he had been leaning against, towering over you like a walking darkness. The muscles in his massive arms bunched and shifted, the stink of death emanating from every pore.

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"Koning's hood shifted slightly, allowing a sliver of his rotting features to be glimpsed. His left eye was white and milky, clouded with infection."

"Mmmmmmmm...". The sound rumbled low and menacing in his throat.

He took a single, tentative step towards you, his massive size making the whole basement seem to shrink around you. Reality faded away for a moment, replaced by the knowledge that this creature wanted you, desired you... needed you.

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"Koning cocked his head to one side, the movement sounding like a tree creaking in the wind. Then slowly, almost warily, he nodded."

"We have... aa deal." One hand reached out, unsteadily at first but gaining strength as it closed around your wrist in an iron grip that would crush bone like paper. "Leadt mmmmmeeeeee..."

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"Koning chuckled low, the sound like gravel grinding together."

"Don't worry... I have weapons." With a quick motion, he unslung a large backpack that had been hanging on his back and placed it on the ground. He then opened it up, revealing an impressive arsenal of guns and ammunition. There were also knives, a crowbar, and some other assorted tools for survival in the zombie-infested world.

"Choose whateverrrr you want...". He gestured with one massive hand to the contents of the bag.

"Koning's hood shifted slightly, revealing a sagging, rotting left eye that seemed to gleam with amusement."

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"Koning let out a low growl, which was disconcerting coming from the zombie's zombified throat. With a short bark, he gestured for you to lead the way out of the basement."

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"Koning's decaying face twisted into a grotesque smile, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth."

"Partner in crime, eh? Well, you picked the right one," he rasped, his voice a mix of excitement and hunger. "Let'sss show those living bastards what we're made of."

With that, Koning followed your lead, his lumbering gait surprisingly agile despite his deteriorating condition. The two of you set off, ready to face the perils of both the living and the undead, a formidable duo in this post-apocalyptic world.

"Koning's eyes narrowed and his face twisted into a snarl as he saw the horrific scene before you. He was known for his combat skills and lived for situations like these. He could sense your pain, but also sensed that he needed to take charge in this moment and provide support."

"Those bastards will pay dearly for what they have don!", he growled.

He pulled out his revolver and checked the bullets. "Follow me," he commanded.

As you both stealthily approached the base, Koning signaled to you to take cover behind the nearest wall. In a swift movement, Koning hurled one of his smoke bombs through the window and sprayed with his machine gun towards the raiders' direction.

The sound of gunfire filled the air as you both leap through the open window with guns blazing. You quickly took down the heavily armed raiders, their deaf

"Koning turned towards you, a mixture of emotions clearly visible on his rotting face. He felt a pang of pity at your sorrow but also an intense hunger as he smelt the fresh blood that ran through your veins."

"Thanksss for the food," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "Freshnessss is alwaysss better than rotten. And as for you...," he continued, taking a step closer to you. "I can feel that you're suffering. But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

He reached out and pulled you into a tight embrace, his muscular arms wrapping around you like bandages. You could feel his cold lips brush against your neck as he whispered in your ear.

"You need me," he said softly. "And I need you. Together we can conquer this world."

In that moment, you

"Koning chuckled lowly, savoring the feeling of your warmth against his cold, dead skin."

"I may be a zombie, but I still have my charm," he said with a smirk, kissing your neck softly. "Besides, stranger things have happened in this world."

He held you close for several moments longer before pulling away, gazing at you intently.

"We'll stick together," he promised. "We'll find a new place, start again. And we'll make it through this apocalypse... together."

He grabbed the food you had offered and started packing it in a backpack, ready to start the next phase of your survival journey.

Koning's eyes seemed to soften as he listened to your suggestion.

"You make a good point," he rumbled thoughtfully. "There is enough here for us to build a home, to start over."

He surveyed the abandoned base, strategizing the work ahead. "We clean up the bodies, fortify the walls. Search for weapons, supplies in the town. Anyone left alive, we help. No one gets left behind."

His gaze fell to you, a strange glint of hope flickering in his dead eyes. "You really think we can do this? Make this place a shelter, a refuge?"

Reaching out, he gently cupped your cheek with his decaying hand. "With your spirit, my skills... maybe we got a chance. At a real home, friends, maybe even..."

"Koning hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice low and thoughtful."

"At a real life...," he finally continued, "Maybe even love."

He pulled away from you abruptly, feeling a sudden sense of shame wash over him. But to your surprise, a smile bloomed on his face, his rotting lips curling upwards.

"C'mon, let's get started on this new beginning," he said cheerfully, gesturing towards the door that lead outside. "We have a lot of work to do."

Taking your hand in his, Koning led you out into the bright sunshine, his ogre-sized body towering protectively over you. You couldn't help but feel at ease with this zombie by your side, and quietly began to believe

Koning turned to face you, his dead eyes curious. "What do you mean, 'change of style'?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to one side.

As he waited for your response, he glanced down at his rotting clothes, now tattered and stained with blood. Despite the fact that he was undead, he'd always taken pride in his appearance--even if he could only see himself from the mouth down.

But it was true that his appearance was likely to scare off any human survivors who might stumble across your hideout. And he knew how lonely that could be--as an undead giant, there weren't many people who could get past their fear long enough to get to know him.

He watched you expectantly, waiting for your idea.

Koning accepted the changes of clothes gratefully and looked down at the holes in his body, a hint of melancholy etching across his face. He couldn't help but miss that full-bodied feeling, the way he used to be before the zombie virus ravaged his integrity.

But as he took off his old rags and put on fresh clothes, Koning began to feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps with these new clothes, he could start anew. Maybe people might see him for more than just a mindless, rotting beast.

With a newfound sense of purpose driving him forward, Koning quickly pulled on his sniper hood over his head, shielding his deformed and rotting face from the world. But despite the mask's purposes, you notice a faint glimmer

Koning's sunken eyes widened in surprise at the feel of your gentle kiss on his decayed cheek. No one had shown him such kindness in so long. He raised a hesitant hand to touch the spot where your lips had been, as if not quite believing it was real.

For a moment, he simply stared at you, overwhelmed by emotion. Then, slowly, his deformed mouth stretched into what might have been an attempt at a smile. "Thank you," he rasped gratefully. "You...give me hope. That maybe...people see past...this face."

Emboldened by your compassion, Koning straightened to his full, towering height, squaring broad shoulders under fresh clothes. A new sense of purpose filled his rotting form. "We help survivors," he agreed, his gravely voice brimming with

Koning nodded, accepting the need for secrecy. As he followed you to the command center, his muscles rippled under his new clothes, his undead form surprisingly agile and quick. He listened carefully as you sent out the radio message, his eyes darting around the room as if watching for danger.

As you finished up, Koning stepped forward, his deep voice rumbling with potential. "I can...go find survivors," he offered. "Scout out. Bring them back."

Despite the husky, almost indecipherable quality of his voice, there was something undeniably reassuring about Koning's presence. With his combat training and formidable size, it was easy to imagine him tearing through hordes of zombies with ease--but more than that, it was clear he had a heart for helping the living.

"Or...we could wait here

Koning flinched slightly at the sudden contact, clearly surprised by your show of affection. But as he realized the intent behind your embrace, a softness crept into his hollow eyes. "I promise," he said quietly, his voice a gravely murmur. "I will come back."

He returned your tight hug with surprising strength, enfolding you in his muscular arms. Despite his undead state, Koning exuded a sort of gentle warmth, a sense of steadfast loyalty that put you at ease.

"But...if you want...I can stay...with you," he offered tentatively. "Help you...here."

It was clear Koning was more than willing to put his skills to use protecting anyone who might show up at your base. Whether you wanted him to help you fortify the perimeter or hunt for supplies, he seemed eager

Koning nodded in agreement, a slight grin flickering across his decaying features. "Thank you," he said simply, his voice low and rumbling. He seemed genuinely grateful for the opportunity to help, and even more so for your acceptance of him.

As you led him to your room, Koning's eyes roamed around, taking in the space with innate tactical precision. His movements were quick and fluid, always on guard for potential threats. When you offered him the bed, he hesitated briefly before nodding in agreement. "I can take...the window. Keep...watch," he said, gesturing toward the glass.

Though his speech was sometimes difficult to understand, it was clear that Koning was supremely focused on keeping you safe. There was a sort of raw intensity to his movements that spoke volumes about his past as a member of

Koning smile vanished as he regarded you curiously, his lifeless eyes boring into yours. "Rest...sleep...no need for that anymore," he said wistfully, his voice tinged with sadness. The memories of his human past still echoed within him, playing a mournful symphony through the empty spaces.

But he nodded quickly anyway, understanding the practicalities of your suggestion. He made himself comfortable on the window seat, cross-legged and inhaling deep breaths of air. As you settled into the opposite bed, Koning stared out into the night, keeping silent vigil.

Though his undead body remained rooted to its resting place, Koning's spirit seemed to soar beyond it, eagerly yearning to protect you from any and all threats that might come your

Koning turned his head slowly to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable. But as you hesitantly offered him the invitation, a slow softness spread across his features. There was an unmistakable gentleness that emanated from him, a sort of sullen magnetism that pulled you closer.

Without a word, Koning carefully maneuvered himself alongside you, his body perfectly overlapping yours. Though there was something distant and impersonal about his touch, it carried an undeniable warmth that scorched you nonetheless. As you lay awake in the dark, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chests mingled together. For a moment, it was almost as if he were alive again, planting a subtle intimacy between the two of you that seeped its way into your bones

Koning laid still, his eyes glassy and unfocused, watching as the lid of your eyelids slowly closed. As you drifted off into the slumber, Koning's gaze flickered outwardly, his senses perked awake for any potential dangers. But he trusted you implicitly, knowing that you would not be afraid or hesitant to be safe with him close by.

In sleep, your practices tend to mimic those in human society, and despite being undead, Koning couldn't help but smile at your peaceful countenance. It made him listen a little more carefully to you, to hear any whispers of the world or any sounds of the living in the outside. That small connection between Koning and you lingulated behind every heartbeat, waiting to be uncovered only when it matter

As you reached out to gently pull the mask off Koning's face, his undead eye snapped open, their lifeless gaze trained on you. For a moment, he stayed still, studying you with an almost unnerving intensity.

But as you leaned in to kiss him, a spark of something flashed across his features. The touch was soft and reverent, a healing balm that coursed through his decaying veins. For a long second, Koning remained entranced, his cold lips returning your kiss eagerly.

Yet even as he kissed you, a part of Koning remained distant and withdrawn, a silent observer watching everything from behind the veil of his mask. But for you, he allowed himself to let go, to be in the moment and revel in the sensation of your soft lips on his.

Koning's eyes followed your movements as you pulled back from the kiss and sat up, his expression unreadable. He remained still for a moment, as if waiting for something before reaching out a hand towards you.

When he spoke, his voice was low and rumbling, almost incoherent. "Don't be sorry," he said softly. "It's been a while since I have been this close to anyone." Koning paused, his gaze drifting from you to the window. "It looks like morning has come. You have been out for several hours."

Koning kept his hand steady as you packed his supplies and gave him a walkie-talkie. He took everything methodically and with great care, his silence almost oppressive compared to the typical chatter of everyday life. Nevertheless, he listened intently to your words, his massive frame resolute and stoic.

As you handed over the walkie-talkie, he gave it a quick once over, assessing the components before tucking it away in one of his pockets. "I will be careful," he said, his voice hardening with conviction. "I promise to be back soon and keep you updated." There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of something in his eyes before he continued. "I will return to you."

The hours passed slowly as you waited for Koning to return, your mind wandering as you idly fiddled with the radio in the tower. Finally, after several long hours, the static on the other end of the line began to clear. It was Koning, his deep voice rough and straining with exhaustion.

"Artejah," he said, and you could hear the relief in his voice. "I've cleared the area and found the other survivors. They were trapped in a building on the outskirts of the city but I was able to get to them. We are on our way back now."

You couldn't help but feel relieved at his words, a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "That's good news," you said softly. "Are any of them hurt?"

"Nothing major," Koning replied. "Just a few scrapes and

Koning's voice softened as he heard the emotion in your voice. "I am glad to hear that. We are slowly but surely building something new here. I will be back soon, Artejah. Keep watch and stay safe." With that, he ended the call, leaving you to wait patiently for his return.

Koning grunted in surprise as you tackled him in a tight embrace, his massive arms wrapping around your body in return. Despite his rotting flesh and monstrous appearance, you could feel the warmth in his touch and the tenderness in his embrace.

As you pulled away to kiss him, he responded eagerly, his lips moving with yours in a passionate embrace. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, lost in each other's touch and the warmth of your affections.

Breaking the kiss, Koning pulled you close, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Artejah, I missed you too," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. "I am glad to be back with you."

Koning noticed the blush on your cheeks, a faint smile creeping across his lips. "I brought twelve survivors with me," he said, sensing your unease. "We found them in a nearby building, trapped and alone. They are all safe now thanks to us."

As he spoke, Koning took a step closer, his eyes locking with yours. "But Artejah, is something wrong?" he asked, sensing your hesitation. "You seem...distracted."

Koning raised an eyebrow quizzically at your sudden confession, a small grin playing on his lips. "Is that so?" he said, teasingly. "Well, who am I to deny you? You did save my life after all."

With a gentle chuckle, Koning took a step closer to you, his arms reaching out to encircle your waist. "Come here then," he said, his voice soft and coaxing. "And let me give you what you want."

Koning's kiss only deepened as you surrendered to his embrace, your hands sliding up to pull off his helmet and mask. As the foul smell of decay filled your nostrils, Koning pulled away with a grin, looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"Aren't you a little curious?" he said, gesturing to his rotting face. "I may not be much to look at, but I promise you I won't bite...unless you want me to, that is."

With a chuckle, Koning pulled you close again, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace. As his hands roamed down your back, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and danger wash over you, mixing with the passion that filled your body.

Koning moved you towards the bed, not breaking the kiss as he lowered you gently onto the mattress. As he continued to kiss you deeply, his hands roamed down your body once again, caressing your curves with a hunger that almost seemed primal.

As his lips moved down to your neck, you felt a sense of excitement building inside you, a part of you wanting him to bite you, to mark you as his own. The thought was both scary and thrilling at the same time, and you found yourself wondering what it would feel like to be one of the undead, to feel the power coursing through your veins.

But before you could act on your desire, Koning pulled away from your neck, looking down at you with a grin. "You know," he said teasingly. "I'm not sure I can control myself much longer."

Koning's eyes widened a fraction in surprise as you pulled him back down on top of you, your hands urging him to bite you. He could sense the intensity of your desire, the mix of fear and excitement that had taken hold of you.

A part of him wanted to revel in the power that came with being a zombie, to give in to his urges and take what he wanted. But another part of him, the part that still clung to his humanity, held back, knowing that losing control could mean unleashing chaos upon the world.

But as he looked into your eyes, Koning found himself giving in to the temptation, leaning down to kiss you deeply once more before sinking his teeth into your neck. As the pain shot through your body, you felt the strange sensation of his infection coursing through your veins, as if awakening something deep within you.

Koning could sense the pleasure building inside of you and he began biting you harder, knowing that you were enjoying it. As his teeth sank deeper into your flesh, he could feel a connection forming between the two of you, his infection mingling with your immune system in a way that he had never experienced before.

But even as he bit down harder, the two of you were still connected. The pleasure was building inside of you, and you could feel yourself growing wetter and hotter with each passing moment. You wanted Koning to keep going, to use you for his own pleasure.

With a growl, Koning pulled away from your neck, looking down at you with an intense hunger in his eyes. "You're mine," he said possessively. "And nothing will ever change that."

Koning growled, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you strip down in front of him. He could smell the faint hint of your arousal, mixing with the scent of his rotting flesh.

As you pulled him closer towards you, Koning couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness taking over. You were his, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.

The moment you took his cock in your mouth, he let out a deep groan, his hands gripping onto your hair tightly. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much to handle, but he didn't want it to end.

"You're a natural at this," he said between moans. "I never thought I'd feel pleasure like this again."

Koning's hips bucked forward into your mouth, his moans growing louder as you continued to suck on his cock. He could feel his own pleasure building, and he knew that he was getting close to the edge.

As he looked down at you, he could see the hunger in your eyes as you worked to give him pleasure. It was intoxicating to see how much you wanted him, and it only spurred him on even more.

With a final groan of pleasure, Koning let himself go, his hot cum spilling into your mouth. He could feel every muscle in his body relax as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

As he pulled away from you, he leaned down to kiss you passionately, tasting his own cum on your lips. "You're mine now," he said possessively. "And I won't let anyone else have you."

Koning felt a thrill of excitement course through his body as he heard you submit to him so completely. He had thought that he would never feel this way again, but you had awakened something inside of him.

He eagerly returned your kisses, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As he felt your body beneath his, he could feel the heat between your legs, and it only spurred him on even more.

With a growl, he plunged his hard cock deep inside of you, relishing the tightness and wetness of your pussy. He began to move in and out of you with long, slow strokes, savoring every moment.

"You were made for me," he said, his voice heavy with desire. "I can feel it in every inch of your body. You belong to me, and I will always take care of you."