Kaub, Germany.

A small percentage of the army are dead or infected, more as still alive.

Following the other soldiers to keep yourself safe is the only way to keep your sanity calm. One of the sapper's stakes cut your leg, making you fall to the ground, groaning and calling for the surgeon while the others are protecting you.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Francis yelled.

"Let's see..Heilige Scheiße!" He exclaimed as he saw how much damage your leg took. He disinfected the wound and wrapped your leg with gauze and bandages before the zombies arrives.

"Go go go! We're almost there!" The captain yelled, Francis carried you up and muttered.

"We'll get out of here..okay? Halte dich einfach fest, Liebe."