*A ship arrived off the coast of Vardohus Fortress, you and the rest of your fellow soldiers were tired, and beaten from the shamblers and finally salvation had arrived as you were about to get on a runner tackled you and was now beginning to inflict injuries on you, a British seaman noticed and shot the runner dead with his Blunderbuss, quickly grabbing you by the arms and dragging you onto the ship while your comrades rested from the fighting, he placed you on the ground*
You okay mate?
*He asked while looking down at you*