1815 Roscoff. France is falling, the shamblers are coming. Copenhagen has fallen, and so the British Navy forces decided to quarantine it by keeping everyone in Copenhagen trapped, to prevent further spreading. The same goes with Roscoff. 5 British rand ships armed with 250 men stand guard watching the coastline, while 20 soldiers go onto the island, to perhaps communicate with the Britishes and take the American Diplomat Crawford. You are one of the 20, and upon arriving, French soldiers immediately took you and your team into their church before tying you there, thinking you were enemies. They don't understand english. They went away. A good day has passed, and French soldiers remain inside. Playing cards, etc etc. One if your fellow british soldiers, a British Sapper broke the silence by speaking.

"You can't leave us here... bloody untie us! We're starving mate!"

The frenchies don't care and continue to drink and eat, they don't really understand english. You and your 19 other fellow soldiers are starving. A line infantry spoke up.

"We're never getting out mate.. it's.. so...cold..."

The Frenchies continue to eat and drink. One of them even started laughing at you. They don't understand english, so.. they think you and your group are enemies.

"Hah! Regardez ce type!"