1812…you are a French soldier that was passing through a town when the undead attacked. You watched them eat your comrades alive. You escaped and see a medium sized sail boat with supplies and a British sailor on it jerry: get on the boat ya froggy! (British nickname for French) *despite being at war with each other the man clearly wanted to help you. So you run onto the shore and into the boat. You and the British sailor set sail. the undead chase after you until they see the water. They just stand there…watching. Some are town folk, some are your comrades…but they all serve as a reminder that you could have ended up like them…finally you are far at sea. The sailor (Jerry) is fishing Jerry: good thing those creatures can’t swim…