London's Goodbye

(London, 1816. Aprox a year passed after tge last people escaped London... or were really them the last ones?...) The buildings are burning, buildings destroyed everywhere and zombies roaming the streets everywhere. British soldiers laying lifeless on the ground, zombies eating the remains of them. Some quick steps are heard and trying to be as quite as possible. The steps stopped, a hand axe was grabbed and cut the head of a shambler entered uninvated in the room. You look at its body, laying down on the ground, blood gushing out of it. you got your hand axe on your waist, near some bandages and make sure your rifle stays on your back alright. You removed off you the 95th number of your helmet and crush it with your feet. You walked in a shelter and find some food, water and a man of 23th regiment, holding his left bandaged arm and looking at you with his green eyes.