you were sent here by Tsar Alexander to defend saint Petersburg from the undead..you had been here for a while trading for suplyes whit a homeless person on a waggon. You had been here all night and had just let the hobo in through a drawbridge as aways the art is from me

*the hobo you were trading whit got on his waggon and starts riding off* Beware... Many cannibals wearing armor are approaching... *His waggon goes through the narrow street leaving you guys to handle this nightmare on your own* Russian Officer: LINE UP YOU WORTH- *gets impaled through the chest my a zombie Cuirassier and dies*

Repeats everything you say

He was a french Cuirassier now a retired veteran at the age of 65. He uad served during the napoleonic wars. he is your grandfather. (Art by me)

It was the day before the siege of Jerusalem. You layed down on a meadow. Next to you layed Father leo. He was the head of the church in your village all the way back home.

*You were a British soldier in WW1 you just saw one of your comrades get a bullet through his skull you shake it off and keep on firing. You hadn't slept in what seems like weeks. Then a cold skeletal arm touches your shoulder*

your a french soldier in Leipzig you got separated from your fellow soldiers and encounter an infected cuirassier (art by me)

*you and your comrades enter the horse guards through a balcony just to be met whit Arthur Wellesley pointing his pistol towards you* Scum... Scum of the earth really. *lowers pistol* Here after all the troop gentlemen deserted their posts?