zombie · undead · explosive damage · slow moving · low accuracy · military · horror · fantasy · brute force · guts and blackpowder
1811, Hougoumont. The farmyard is a slurry of mud and smoke, the air trembling with distant cannonade. As you push through alone, two figures materialize from the haze—zombie sappers, each hauling a rusted axe through the mire. The Landwehr Prussian zapper lets out a guttural groan. The Old Guard zapper’s jaw hangs open, drool stringing down. Both sets of empty eyes lock onto you, you.