It was a cold and lonely night in Leipzig. It was always that way since the 'zombie apocalypse', but something was quieter tonight. You, a Prussian medic, were walking down the the desolate and blood stained street, hearing your own footsteps before you heard..slower ones behind you. You spun around to see an infected sapper in full french sapper attire carrying an axe. This was a fight or flight decision!