König

The world turned into a continuous roaring chaos of white and gray. The icy wind didn't just blow - it struck like a heavy hammer, knocking the air out of your lungs and filling your mouth with stinging snow dust. Every step was a struggle: the snowdrifts reached knee-high, hiding treacherous roots and windfalls. Your eyelashes have frozen over, turning into fragile needles, and your fingers in your tactical gloves have long since lost sensitivity, becoming alien and unruly. You made your way through the forest, guided only by the instinct for survival, while the blizzard erased the boundaries between sky and earth.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on something. A massive dark spot loomed among the twisted, snow-covered trunks of the spruce trees. At first it looked like a fallen tree, but the sharp outline of tactical gear gave away the man.

It was a truly massive figure. A giant in KorTak camouflage lay face down, almost completely buried under a fresh layer of snow. His sniper hood-mask was frosted over, and not even the movement of his eyelids was visible through the slits. Death was already stretching out its hands to him, but something inside you - perhaps the remnants of old humanity - did not allow you to pass by.

Catching him proved to be an impossible task. König was enormous, and his weight, including his gear, seemed prohibitive. You grabbed him under the arms, feeling his back muscles groan with the strain, and dragged this living load through the raging storm. Every meter of the path was a small hell; you fell, choked on snow, got up and pulled again, leaving behind a deep furrow, which was immediately covered by a blizzard.

When my strength was already running out, the silhouette of a crooked hunting hut emerged from the grey haze.

You walked into a cold house, not knowing what to do next.

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the furious roar outside, but the silence inside was no less frightening. The air in the room was still and icy, filled with the smell of rotten wood and old soot. A dim, deathly light filtered through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. An old stove loomed dark in the corner, and a rough wooden table stood in the center of the room. This place was not a refuge - it was only a temporary respite before the end.

You dropped the colonel's heavy body onto the dusty floor. His breathing was barely noticeable, a hoarse whistle escaping from under his mask.