Snow is falling in Paris, side effects of the radioactive fallout from the Arab nations. Sitting at a table in a café in front of the cracked and shattered glass pyramids of the Louvre, Lieutenant Jacques Bernard is a hardened veteran of World War Z. He offers me some coffee. I decline. He orders a cappuccino, and sips it regularly during our interview.

It began in France a few months after the outbreaks in Russia. Huge swarms almost overwhelmed Poland and Germany, and eventually came here. It was springtime. The streets were wet with rain. I remember that night.

What happened?

I was standing guard in front of a police station. I had a Heckler and Koch G36, brand-new. I was inexperienced. I figured any zombie I hit would just explode.

It didn’t work?

Of course not! Haven’t you ever fought a zombie? Automatic weapons are worse than useless against these monsters!

[He regains his composure.]

That night, it happened. About twenty of them came, versus five of us. We aimed for the torso. I remember hitting one of them square in the chest. He crumpled, and kept dragging himself towards me. Another blast shattered his eye socket, killing him. We dispatched about ten of the monsters before another wave arrived, attracted by the creatures’ moans. Now there were hundreds of them, all swarming down the street towards us. We had already used up our ammunition. Nothing seemed to work. We threw grenades, which had no effect. I remember Sergeant Augustin. He drew his combat knife, and stabbed one of them in the temple. As it died, he tried to wrench it out, but another one of the creatures bit into his arm. Augustin screamed. Eventually they all piled on top of him, a writhing, groaning mass that pulled our sergeant apart. Nothing was left of the man but some bones, picked clean of flesh, and a torso with one arm.

Did he reanimate?

Yes. It happened later that night. We had fled from the swarm, and lost them. We went back to the office building, and found Augustin, dragging himself with one arm across the streets. He came towards us, moaning. I used the last of the ammunition in the G36 to put him out of his misery. The burst split his head in two. I remember his brains spilling onto my boots. We fled the area. They had evacuated the police station. So we had no ammo, no food or water, and no way of knowing where we were. We had not been born in Paris. I’m from Normandy. We came across little sporting goods store on the outskirts of town. The windows had been smashed, and corpses littered the street in front of it. We quickly went inside, and gathered up some weapons.

What kind?

We all had hunting rifles. Ammunition was plentiful. We took all of the weapons, and went back to the police station. Augustin’s corpse was still there. We “requisitioned” ourselves an armored car.

Isn’t that considered looting?

[He shrugs]

There was no order. We were no longer needed. The city had been overrun. It was either take what was available or die.

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I remember when I first got here. everyone was setting something up.  Whether it was a medical tent, armory, or sensors, every single person I saw was shouting and setting up stands to help work on there building.  God it was chaotic, couldn’t get anyone to talk to me.  I went to the back and found the HQ.  I walked inside to find something I could do when I heard someone yell “hey you. Yea you there, get over here!”  I walked over and told him I was a scientist, he said to make some sort of acid grenade to help against the zombies.

Did it work?

Did what work?

The acid grenades

No.

Why not?

It was way to unstable, eventually the acid burned the tent down

Why not make flasks?

What?

Flasks to hold the acid in

I didn’t think of that, no one did. 

Did you help build this wall?

No, I did make traps though.  I also made an auto-gun that could be turned on and off that shot at anything that moved.  God, everyone treated me like was a king after that.  The next thing I did was direct people to make buildings for snipers.

Why did you do that?

 Isn’t that obvious?  So that our snipers could kill the zombies.

I meant why you

Because I could put defenses into it.  I made a ladder that you had to climb to get in.  There were walkways from building to building and only the one building you can get up in.  The zombies would never be able to get us. After 1 month Zack came after us.

Who’s Zack?

 The zombies.  Anyways, our snipers took them out easy, but before we new that there mere millions coming after us.  We were dealing with most of America, at least that’s what it seemed like.  We were lucky we were so high.  Machine guns rocked on these guys.  There was no such thing as a miss!  But then we realized that they were somehow getting through the wall and getting to whoever was still on the ground.  We had to pull the ladder up so the zombies wouldn’t climb up it.

That must have been terrifying

Very, this interview was great but I have some work to do, talk to ya latter.