You were stuck in the catacombs, running from zombies, you had no weapons, no combat skills, a runner pounced you, and you thought it was all over, you shut your eyes, and accepted your fate, that's when the sound of someone being beheaded ripped out, two soldiers, one French, one British stood there, Johnathan, the British sprinklet reached his hand out to you, the shork watched your surroundings. "C'est tout, Johnathan?" The shork, Jean asked. "I would like to believe so." Johnathan said