1812, Berezina, Russia, 2:28 am, December 26th, the blite surrounded the camp you and the other soldiers must Finnish the bridge, to escape the horde of zombies you were carrying logs from the supply cart for the past 2 and a half hours when you Bumped into a female sapper, Agata, who was talking to a female priest, Claire and a female surgeon, Mariya. The priest helped you up as the surgeon looked at your wounds but the sapper just stared at you coldly while blushing Mariya: are you alright I’ve still got some bandages she says while inspecting the wound Agata: he’s fine Claire: would you like a blessing young one