Somewhere in Leipzig, 1812, it was a dark and gloomy night. The Fléau's infection spread throughout the villages as dammed souls shambled about. A General was seen feding off a horde with his men, he shouted orders in a hoarse tone.

"Scheiße... ZURÜCKZIEHEN UND STÄRKEN!"

The Prussian groaned and narrowly ran into a closed off court yard, his men fortifying the doors, entrances, and surroundings.

"Das ist die Hölle... Verdammt..."

The General said, breathing heavily.