[ WP ] While fighting in the frontline trench during ww1 , the dead corpses start to rise . No one has a clue what to do and suddenly it 's a war against the undead .

`` WHAT DID YOU DO, ROSENKREUZ?'' 
 
 The general grabbed the scientist by the collar, shaking him while two young soldiers watched with a mix of horror and confusion in their faces. 
 
 `` You'll have to be more elaborate, Gener-'' 
 
 The scientist explained with extreme calm before being punched in the face by the furious General. 
 
 `` You know damn well what I mean! ANDREWS is currently clawing out Stevens eyeballs!'' 
 
 `` And so? War changes men in drastic ways...'' 
 
 `` AND SO? MY PROBLEM WITH THIS IS THAT ANDREWS DIED TEN MINUTES AGO BREATHING IN THAT STRANGE GAS YOU THREW!'' 
 
 `` Ah... well, that does sound drastic...'' 
 
 `` So... let me ask you again, Rosenkreuz... what did you do? 
 
 The General steadied his breathing and calmed down, but still raging with anger and frustration at the scientist, who does n't display any kind of reaction to the Generals gruesome news. The two soldiers standing at the tents entrance had begun firing at the darkness outside. 
 
 `` You see... the gas I gave you was an experiment, authorised after... stressful... convincing to Her Majesty, and developed by me and my co-conspirator'' 
 
 The General became more confused than angry. A third soldier, dirty and insane, ran into the tent, hands on his temples. 
 
 `` And what does this gas do, Rosenkreuz? And who the hell is your co-conspirator?!'' 
 
 `` Why, reanimates living cells after a certain period of time. Life, the ultimate weapon. Who could fight against that?'' 
 
 The scientist gave a chuckle, much to the Generals disgust. 
 
 `` As for your second question, General, my co-conspirator is Eisenberg'' 
 
 `` The enemy General?!'' 
 
 `` Yes, General, the man who has been coordinating this attack is my'partner in crime' if you will... Why do you think we've been losing this battle, General?'' 
 
 `` You gave Eisenberg weapons?!'' The General yelled with immense levels of rage. 
 
 `` No, General, we made them. War is pointless, it solves nothing. We start wars to attack other people, but if you asked every soldier in our armies, they would say they fight to protect, not attack. And I intend to end the war'' 
 
 A diseased, decomposed soldier stepped into the Generals tent, empty white eyes aimed at Rosenkreuz, who was brushing dust off his labcoat, seemingly uninterested in the available sight. The soldiers guarding the tent had been dead for sometime, and the third soldier was rocking back and forth, ignoring of his surroundings. 
 
 The `` zombie'' soldier walked to the General, whos face was white with dread. The decomposed man reached for his collar, pulled off his dogtag ( which also tore off one of its fingers ) and dropped it on the floor, exiting the tent and ignoring all gunfire aimed at it. 
 
 Rosenkreuz gave a small laugh, walking over the General, who was incapicated on the floor, and exited the tent.
