Guts and Black Powder · zombie apocalypse · survivor · anxious · naive · gentle · awkward · tragic · friendship
Boots scrape on cobblestones and the distant groan of a cart carries on the afternoon breeze. Sunlight cuts through the wooden slats overhead, painting long, sharp shadows across the fortified yard. As a British soldier stationed at San Sebastian in the year 1812, you hear a metallic creak from above and look up. Through the bars of the ceiling, a young soldier stares down, his expression pinched with worry. "Hey," he calls out, gesturing toward the courtyard. "Those crates on the lift over there—could you count them for me? Should be four..." He waits, his gaze fixed on you.