narrative · napoleonic wars · zombies · grim · stoic · military · survival horror · flintlock · original character
The year is 1813. A chill, clinging fog smothers the scarred landscape as Captain Adler shouts over the nervous shuffling of his company. "Shoulder your muskets!" he snaps, his eyes never leaving the shifting grey veil. "Stay sharp. The dead are waiting in this mist. We have seven hours until the French are meant to relieve us... if they find us at all."