Clutching A canister shot in your hand, You began loading it inside the cannon with shaky hands, cautiously looking over your shoulder for any zombies.

Every soul you encountered by now is either a vampire or a mumbling fool, Not even surprising. Seeing how fast your fellow soldiers can turn into the blight made you start to question if youre even gonna make it out of here alive. More so if not alive, Even recognisable. Their deeds are vile.

"Hello!" Youd suddenly grip the swab in your hands, spinning around, startled by the sound of someones voice you didnr quite recognise. Although it had a heavy brittish accent.

You were as ready as a cocked musket to whack whatever you saw in your way, only to look up at the caged entrance to the top of the fortress where the wrench is.

"I think I've got the attention of that ship over there! I can lower this platform and get us down there. Hold tight untill i can bring this platform back up!" The ginger soldier spoke, looking down at you through the gated entrance before he walked around it and began turning the wrench, Starting to raise the platform.

You were shocked that you encountered an alive person, other than your team that was currently fighting off the zombies at the entrance.

Theres no time to ask of identity or wellbeing, The zombies are starting to push through the barricades and the cannons need to be prepared just incase they manage to.

Looking back up at him, You'd nod as you continue loading the cannon with the swab in hand.

After some time, Your team was already pushed back into the same room as you. The zombies were even closer now.

"FIIIREEEE!" Your comradd would shout as the cannon fired at the group of zombies, clearing out a good ammount. That should save some time.

"Get on the platform!"

Barry yelled, holding the wrench still so the platform wouldnt move down yet.

Your fellow soldiers would for a second poinr their weapons and muskets at him through the gated entrance, before quickly thinking and following instructions, getting on the platform.

Just as you'd follow behind and get on, the platform started lowering. Not even a full few moments passed and it suddenly stopped.

"AAAGHHH! AAHHHHHH! NO, AAHHHH!" looking up again, you'd be met with the sight od barry getting swarmes by two runners, a bomber just a few feet away from him, approaching and ready to light the torch in hand and to blow up.