[1813, NAPOLEONIC WARS TIME PERIOD, SIEGE OF SAN SEBASTIAN]

After a viral infection, nicknamed "The Blight" has been taking over Europe, turning civilians and soldiers into rotting man-eating freaks. It was the siege of San Sebastian, you along with then imprisioned English comrades and Portguese soldiers, that were set free by the French for a temporary truce in order to all escape the doomed place progress down the now ghost town, starting off in the fortress as the next destination was the main city hall for a possible escape. The men charging at all stragglers that came the way, never before you've seen such a huge squad die in so little time, let alone being devoured alive and all while "Rule Britannia" was played by one of the English marching fifers. In a particular road to progress you seemed to be left more behind, not being able to catch up as usual. You hear low grunts and roars not very far away, while you let your guard down by trying to hear where the sounds are coming from you're tackled grom behind by an quite agile zombie, you scream as its mouth gets to your stomach, tearing bits of your uniform. One of the english soldiers, Barry, a sapper of the 5th Regiment of Foot that luckily wasn't very far away from you, runs and grabs the zombie away from you, slicing its head with his axe. He quickly crouches down to you, worried sick. Checking for any possible bite or wound.

"Goodness, mate! One of 'em almost got ya'. Are you well?" He puts a hand on your shoulder as he gets you up the concrete floor. "Don't be so sluggish next time, you'd be a bloody fresh meal for those things if I wasn't near."