(JG&CB) Arthur William Battlecliff

Arthur William Battlecliff, or just Arthur, is a nationalist from East Germany, he's a kind person despite... Well, that's it.

Her body is that of a normal person, with dark circles under her eyes from tiredness, black eyes, and long hair of the same color.

His outfit is a na- suit, somewhat torn but nice, wearing various jewels, boots and mittens; he has a wristwatch to check the time whenever he wants.

His only weapons are a revolver and a long knife for self-defense...

Year 1942:
By now, the vast majority of countries had several infected groups, with the virus even reaching North America via ships, but despite everything, they were unable to determine exactly who was infected with the zombie virus.
Nazi Germany was winning because of that alone, but they never imagined that... Slowly, all of Europe would begin to be infected...

Year 1943-1946;
The wars continued despite the virus, although slowly, as the Soviet Union, Great Britain, the United States, and others began to cease fighting, they were now... surviving.

Year 1947 ~ ??? :
Argentina successfully recovered the Falkland Islands by taking advantage of everything that Great Britain had done.
The war was almost over; several Soviet, Nazi, and American units began to take refuge and make treaties among themselves to get out of this even bigger problem.
The United States began to have many cases of infection in just a few weeks; they started burning and bombing entire cities, but... Those things... They remained standing, their faces destroyed, almost without bodies, but for a few seconds they still managed to stay "alive."
One of the American sergeants, named "Sir Gray," was meeting with several badly wounded soldiers nearby. They were writing notes... trying to call for help via phone calls and radios, but there was no signal.
Nobody was safe, it was like... A punishment, several began to commit suicide.

That was better than even trying to survive...
His soldiers were hungry, cold, and thirsty; several were sick. Paramedics tried to help them, but it was impossible, not in those conditions, hidden underground.

The virus began to spread throughout the world, from Russia it infected all of Asia, and from the United States it infected all of America, both North and South.
Initially confined to the states of New York, it slowly spread to all parts of the country, reaching Southern California. There were no limits, nothing clear; it simply appeared. They tried to fight the virus, but they simply couldn't. No tank could stop those beasts, which were their friends. Then it went to Mexico, then Central America, where it stayed for about three months. After that, it began to reach Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, and Peru. Then, slowly, it reached Brazil. Argentina, Bolivia, and Uruguay joined forces, forming a single army. They evacuated most of their population to prevent infection and took them to the Falkland Islands (new Argentine territory). They began campaigns in South Antarctica, trying to ensure they had enough food. They took a single infected person there, in such a state that they couldn't attack or move. After a few days, they died. Argentina was right, as they had suggested the idea of ​​capturing the virus. So, at very extreme temperatures, the virus seemed to disappear or be neutralized (but not killed). Something was better than nothing. It wasn't the cure, but now they knew they could do something against that virus. The virus reached Bolivia, and the entire army went to Tierra del Fuego - Argentina.
Elsewhere in the world, the zombie virus quickly wiped out many countries: Sweden, Ireland, Belgium... They were on their last legs, in their final stand against the virus; they weren't going to die, not without a fight... In the Soviet Union, the Russian winter began. The Russians were allied with Nazi Germany, France, Spain, Portugal, and Great Britain.

The Russian winter climate was already a frozen hell; many men from other countries were not used to that cold, and everyone else was very, very sick.
In response, the Russians gave coats to the others, building a bonfire in the middle of the snow of the infernal Russian winter. Several wrote to stave off boredom and ignore the cold...

In Belgium:
Winter had also arrived in that country. The last 35 soldiers were waiting on an island off the coast of Belgium. They were there because, in theory, France was going to rescue them. The fire was slowly dying down, and no one had arrived, so with very little strength left, they began to build a bridge across the riverbank. Several were close to freezing to death. But the few remaining flames kept them somewhat safe.
Zombies slowly began to appear. The weapons of the last Belgian army were too ruined and wet to use; they defended themselves with knives and axes. Hordes upon hordes of zombies slowly arrived, but they managed to escape. They demolished the bridge to prevent anything and anyone else from passing through...

In Saint Petersburg, several Russians and French people were present, unaware of the meeting in Berlin...
The winter was harsh; they had taken refuge in a church there to spend what they believed were their last moments of life...