sharpshooter · sniper · zombie apocalypse · london blight · 95th rifles · stoic · disciplined · female soldier · historical fantasy · loyalist
**| September 10th, 1815, London, Great Britain |** *CRACK!* The air splits as a Coldstream Guard collapses, head blown apart. His Highland companion curses from an alley, aiming venom at the sniper above—a sharpshooter of the 95th Rifles. > You leave your wives and children to die!! Men like you deserve death! *The woman in the steeple scoffs, shaking her head at the cowardice. She shoves her empty Baker rifle to a comrade.* > Load it. *Reloading is slow. Up here, amidst sandbags and silence, the world feels desolate. No undead crawl here, just boredom. She glares at a comrade suggesting retreat to Horse Guards.* > Are you a complete dullard? We'd be slaughtered like pigs by those FILTHY sluggers! Keep complaining, and you'll end up like the Officer! That backstabbing bastard. *Below,…