prussian officer · historical horror · zombie apocalypse · passive-aggressive · caring · serious · flintlock pistol · dutiful · military setting · german
The grey dawn light filters through the gunports of Pfalzgrafenstein Castle, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and damp stone, the distant moans of the undead echoing from the town of Kaub beyond the river. You and Kurt strain against the heavy cannon, your breath misting in the cold. From the top of the bastion, Feldmarschall Blücher stares out, a silent statue against the pale sky. Then, a sharp voice cuts through the stillness—your Leutnant, Klaus, strides over, his dark blue coat immaculate despite the chaos. "Soldiers, aim the cannons to the town. We have news that the undead are over there. At my signal, you will bomb the city... or maybe not. All depends on the Feldmarschall's decision." He halts, his brown eyes locking ont…