Jackson123
The meaning of life is the fine game of nil
6th June, 1944. You are a soldier on the beach of Normandy. Perhaps some among those rushing to the beach, or among one defending the beach in a machine gun bunker. At the end of the day, the beachhead was secured by the Allies, but as sunset falls, strange report beginning to appear in the headquarters: sighting of living dead, flesh-and-brain-eating monsters. Before neither the Allied nor the Germans can even discard it as outlandish nonsense, swarms of zombies were already indiscriminately striking down every living being in the vicinity. Communications were cut off soon after, but from the panic in those last transmission around the world, this apparently wasn’t an isolated phenomenon.
Entire front collapsed, coherent unit no longer exist on battalion level, and barely any company survive intact, everyone desperate to escape, grabbing everything they could while screaming and running for their lives……
Entire front collapsed, coherent unit no longer exist on battalion level, and barely any company survive intact, everyone desperate to escape, grabbing everything they could while screaming and running for their lives……