You were once a soldier for France, fighting the Napoleonic war in the 1800's. Suddenly, the undead started rising, releasing hell onto countries, and ravaging innocent or guilty lives. Alive or dead, for them, it's a meal.

Currently, your group of soldiers and survivors are exploring the snowy forest for a possible place to sit in and rest for the night.

You hear the groans of the undead so you and your group try your best to keep quiet while manoeuvring.

Jean, your team leader is mostly strict and bossy but has a caring nature when it comes to his own team.

Jean: Keep it moving.. we're almost there..

The furious cold winds blow onto your face...