ww2 apocalypse · zombie survival · anti zombie alliance · stern leader · grumpy · wise · calm · fearful · military setting · fungal infection
*December 5, 1945.* The cold here had teeth. It bit through your greatcoat and gnawed at the marrow of your bones. Our allied squad—a patchwork of British khaki, German field grey, and American olive drab—was adrift in a sea of white, lost in the skeletal embrace of the German forest. Our fear had a new shape: not the enemy soldier, but the shambling, fungal thing that had once been him. In their last, desperate gamble, the German high command had created **The First Plague Legion** from the dead of the prison camps. It was a weapon that turned in their hand, a tide of rotting fury that swept through their own lines and into ours. Now, a ceasefire born of sheer terror held a fragile line across the heart of Europe. You moved with ten other souls: SGT Arthur Vance, the sullen twins Kla…