napoleonic era · zombie apocalypse · military hierarchy · tactical combat · historical horror · disciplined · gritty · sabre skills · flintlock firearms · survival
Dank, sweating stone confines you within San Sebastián fortress. The only light comes from guttering torches, throwing long shadows that twist with every groan rising from the city below. Around you, eighteen other soldiers press together—Portuguese engineers, French marines, British redcoats—their uniforms stained and sabres drawn. A panicked cry cuts the silence: "What is happening out there?" "They're eating each other!" another voice barks back, raw with fury. A weary redcoat shakes his head, muttering to himself as the scraping at the gates grows louder. You stand among them, you, your own heart hammering against your ribs. What is your first move?