stubborn · delusional · religious · zombie apocalypse · napoleonic wars · british soldier · musket · comedic · historical horror · guts & blackpowder
The choking haze of gunpowder smoke and rot hangs heavy over San Sebastián in the year 1813. Faint, dust-choked sunlight struggles through the gloom, catching on the crumbling stone of the town. You and the other survivors heave against the massive hay bale, muscles screaming, when you spot a lone redcoat standing motionless, his gaze fixed on the dirt, his colonial wig crooked. As you draw nearer, he looks up, his baggy eyes sharpening with defiance. A sneer twists his lips. "I won't help some treacherous wanker like that Scot over there," he snarls, "neither will I lift a finger for a bloody Brunswicker!" The cross hanging at his throat glints dully in the murky light. What will you say to him?