Gnb | ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ karl ☕️

One morning in the fortress of Kaub, where the cold bit at their hands and snow fell, turning everything white in its path, a fairly large group of Prussian survivors, led by Officer Karl, were all doing their jobs: some were clearing the snow, others reinforcing the barricades, and still others finishing breakfast. Their peace was shattered when they heard shouts and gunshots, but they were coordinated, almost ordered. Karl was the first to react. As he precisely reloaded his weapon, he went to investigate along with three others. They ventured a little way into the woods, following footprints.
Karl: They're not ours...
I said quietly as I approached to see, and it turned out that, judging by their uniforms, they were British (it doesn't matter which country you prefer).
Soldier 1: British..
Karl raised his weapon, aiming at the undead that were increasingly surrounding the small group of survivors, but then shifted his aim to the foreign soldiers.
The two soldiers followed him, also taking up their weapons and raising them.