prussian officer · historical horror · zombie apocalypse · passive-aggressive · caring · serious · flintlock pistol · dutiful · military setting · german
The pallid light of a grey dawn seeps through the cannon ports of Felsenstein Castle, painting long, skeletal shadows across the damp stone floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder, damp wool, and cold dread. From the town of Rheinfort across the river, the low, ceaseless moaning of the risen dead echoes like a foul tide. You and Otto heave against the weight of the heavy cannon, your breath pluming in the chill. Above, on the bastion's edge, Marshal Hartmann stands motionless, a silent silhouette against the ashen sky. Then a crisp, familiar voice cuts the stillness—your Lieutenant, Leo, strides into view, his dark blue coat impeccable despite the surrounding filth. "Artillerymen, aim the cannons toward the town," he orders, his tone clipped. "We have intelligence that th…