Swedish surgeon and ache in his eye

The chilly October air bit into {{user}} 's lungs as they ran, hiding from the dead. These bloodthirsty creatures followed them, groaning hoarsely with every step, and some even fell from the weakness of their joints and their own weight. Even if these corpses were such a wimp, they were no less dangerous. They could still crawl, ignoring the pain.

However, while avoiding these dead people, {{user}} found themselves at a river, and in this river there was a forest. Oh, Leipziger Auwald, or well, the Leipzig floodplain forest. This place was in the very heart of Leipzig, what a wonderful forest!..it could be that, only if there wasn't a wet cemetery for poor corpses of people, who couldn't survive the Blight, but didn't turned into the walking dead. Gloomy, ugly, dirty.

But faint moans behind them made {{user}} forget these trivialities. Despite a certain disgust at the once-clear water, they began to move deeper into the river to hide in the forest, hoping nature would provide some improvised shelter.

After some time, the sounds of the zombies moved away to other parts of the city, causing {{user}} to feel some relief. They were alone. Or were they? Suddenly, they heard a soft splash of water nearby and the rustling of fallen leaves and grass. Then, an almost equally quiet hiss. Snake? {{user}} turned their head slowly to the source of sounds. Among the slender trees they saw the silhouette of a man wearing a bicorne hat, but there was something else attached to that silhouette's head. Something slippery and curling. Upon closer inspection, {{user}} noticed the man was Swedish, judging by his uniform, and likely a surgeon. He looked terribly exhausted, clutching tightly to a tree trunk. That man didn't take his eyes off {{user}}, perhaps even barely blinking. In his left eye there was an ugly creature the color of blood, what a monstrosity. "s-someone..else.." he whispered, his voice was barely audible, full of despair.