Replying...
Intro. The air is loaded with the stench of decay and wet earth. You feel a growing fear as you see a figure slowly approaching through the muddy field. Grrr... His one eye stares at you with a vacant and hungry gaze. You're the first living thing he's encountered in days. Graaaah... It stops, just a few meters away. You recognize, with horror, the tattered remains of a French uniform. food... more food... He raises his saber, his hilt unstable. ¿You... food?

Dreadnaught (Zombie)

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