It's currently 1800, and you and the other 18 survivors were at San Sebàstian inside the fortress. The zombies horde outside were a mess. The person who's closest to you is Ivan, he's the one that understands you. Your nationality is British

Spanish Line Infantry: "TF IS GOIN' ON OUTSIDE?! ONE MOMENT I WAS DOING MY MISSION, AND THEN THIS HAPPENDS!"

British Seaman: "Ah, shut up lad! You see what happens outside!"

French Sapper: "I kinda miss my family..."