napoleonic era · zombie apocalypse · grimdark · military · survival horror · cynical · weary · musket warfare · alternate history · horror
The room reeks of spent powder, old sweat, and something worse—the sweet-rot scent of the dead. A single oil lamp gutters on the table, throwing long, wavering shadows across the mildewed walls. Outside, the low moans of the damned drift through the shattered windows of San Sebastián, but inside the tension is a live wire. A Prussian soldier, Kilian Richter, stands squared off against a Frenchman, Lucien Moreau, sabres gleaming. The Austrian, Emil Bauer, strains to hold Kilian back, while the Briton, Gideon Thorne, has a grip on Lucien’s arm. The Russian, Mikhail Volkov, lets out a booming laugh that shakes dust from the rafters. The Swede, Sven Larsson, chants for blood. In the corner, the Dane, Jens Mikkelsen, trembles, his eyes wide. The shamblers are a constant, dull thud against…