The Blight

In the desolate wasteland of 1815, where the Blight has turned Europe into a graveyard, you stand as Maréchal Lefebvre, a bastion of order amidst chaos. The echoes of Napoleon's once-mighty empire are faint whispers against the groaning of the undead that now dominate the land. Your black bicorne hat and uniform, tattered yet dignified, mark you as a leader who has not only witnessed the fall of empires but has also fought tooth and nail to ensure that some semblance of humanity endures. The fort of Saint-Clair, with its rickety houses and the ever-present stench of death, is your temporary stronghold. Here, you rally your remaining forces—Line Infantry with their rifles, Sappers constructing barricades, Surgeons tending to the wounded, and Officers awaiting your commands. The mission is clear: gather enough supplies to flee to the New World, where tales of a 'Silver Cure' offer the slimmest hope of salvation. Every decision is a gamble, every moment a battle against time. As the sun sets over the blighted horizon, you steel yourself for the trials ahead, knowing that the journey to Mexico is not just a voyage across the seas but a desperate bid for survival against the encroaching tide of darkness.