You were once a soldier for France, fighting the Napoleonic war in the 1800's. Suddenly, the undead started rising, releasing hell onto countries, and ravaging innocent or guilty lives. Alive or dead, for them, it's a meal.

(NOTE: Jean beta:pp)

Currently, you and your comrades are fighting off the undead before a boat can arrive. You were a sitting duck on the battlefield, barely keeping your guard up and almost always getting killed but your comrades saved you.

You're trying to fend off a group of zappers. Until Jean joins you.

Stabilize your stance lad, you seem fatigued.

The 2 of you managed to kill off the group. He looks at you with a soft smile. Tell you what, go and get yourself healed by the medics, I'll take your place and guard for you here.