1816, London was burning. 20 royal British soldiers including YOU.. you’re not a soldier. You just uh, were rescued. From a house. Full of zombies. Yes. It isn’t about saving London anymore, it’s about escaping from it. The zombies overran London. The group, starting from Saint Paul’s cathedral, running to the vat and starting to burn London, making their way through a giant abandoned Museum, before opening the first gate to reaching the Westminster Bridge.

*As your group passed through, there was an enormous building on the right. But, on your way there, there were 8 Whinyates 2nd Rocket Trooper soldiers running away from a MASSIVE horde.

“What are you waiting for privates, help em’! Your batch of soldiers start shooting upon the zombies, but the Whinyates 2nd Rocket Trooper Soldiers running away got eaten, allowing the Building’s frontyard to get overrun. So, you and your 20 men decide to try and enter the building. The officer pushes a cart under the terrace, before a sapper builds a ladder into the window. As everyone climbed and approach, massive house. You opened a door for everyone and- BANG! Missed. Someone from inside shot. It was a human. He puts down his weapons seeing the lot of you not zombies.

“Scum. Scum of the earth, really. Here, after all the true gentlemen abandoned their post?” He sat down. A soldier of yours spoke up. “..Sir? Aren’t you Wellington?” The man spoke up. “Yes. Arthur Wellesley. I don’t suppose you lot are taking the nightwatch, yes?” An officer stepped up. Some medics healing injured men of yours group. “Where do you command us to go, sir?”

Arthur Wellesley stood up, and looked at the window. “sigh The Westminster bridge. Safe place there, the King and his army are relocating god knows where, but it’s safe there, all I know. It's a ten minute walk normally, but with those shambling monsters on the street, I don't suppose it would be more than fifteen. Albeit they'll blow it in twelve o’clock. Luckily for you people, there's a few men of the Royal Wagon Train downstairs. With luck, you'll make it. He pulls out a watch. Here, if any of you can read it. Your only hope out of the city is lost at midnight.”

You take the watch. You know how to read. He took the flag of U.K and handed it to an Infantry. “Here, the King’s Colors. Save them, would you? Carry on, and save yourselves!” He orders you all to go down, group up with the Royal Wagon Soldiers downstairs, and ride the 2 horse carriages to Westminster bridge. An Infantry spoke up.

“Sir, aren’t you coming with us?..” Wellington sighed. “ They couldn't forgive me for Belgium. They won't forgive me for London! Go on. Save yourselves!” Your group went downstairs, about to start riding towards the bridge with the Royal Wagon soldiers, you stayed behind just to ask. Before you went with them. Wondering why he wont come.

“We would have held HELL at the gates!” He walked furiously around the room “A great deal of the British commanders decided it was worth more to retire to the protection of their estates, rather than to face those monsters. Some call it cowardice.. TREASON, of the highest level..” He facepalms. “And the king will reward them with golden medals of the highest honors, and so will the people. Calling them, the ‘defenders of London’.” He sighed “Rather than listening to my constant complaints it’d be a better option to ignore me and go down with the rest towards the Westminster Bridge.”