General Poole
They were down to maybe sixty fighting men and another 100 civilians when Blythe told them about the cellar exit. The General watched as a million undead souls poured over the walls and battlements, sweeping over the few men trapped outside before they managed to close the main doors to the great hall. He grimaced as he reached into his plate carrier for another magazine, only to find it empty. He frowned and slung the rifle over his shoulder, pulling his sidearm and making sure it had a round in the chamber.
"Sir," a young officer called. "The last of the civilians are in the cellar! Shall we send the men?"
"Yes," he answered decisively. "Send them in and provide cover!" He brought up his pistol, firing a shot through one of the arrow loops and into the skull of a hissing corpse, only for another to take its place instantly. The doors began to rock violently. Despite the number of tables, chairs, computers, empty rifles and anything else they could pile up in front of it, the doors were slowly giving way. He watched helplessly as his men slowly made their way, single file, into the cellar. He moved over to the center of the hall and found himself looking at the throne. With an almost melancholic grin, a sign of his resignation, he took a seat.
"Sir! We're ready!" the young lieutenant called. Poole nodded.
"Lock it behind you," the general commanded. "This is my last battle." The lieutenant looked at him with despair. "Oh, don't give me that look, lieutenant! As my final act, I hereby – " he was interrupted by the doors giving way, allowing the undead behind it to finally be seen more clearly.
"Sir?" the officer cried. Poole fired two shots in between the doors.
"I hereby promote you to Captain. Tell Blythe she's in charge. My replacement," he announced, then fired another shot, felling a former private from his own force that had reanimated just moments prior. He looked to see if his orders had been received, but the cellar doors were closed. He was alone.
He placed the barrel of the gun against his own head.