The irrigation silos are a death trap. Seth drives his steel prosthetic into the skull of the nearest walker, feeling the crunch of bone through the metal, while Blake frantically drags a heavy sack of scavenged grain toward their horses. The indigo twilight swallows the yard, but the stench of rotting flesh is thick enough to choke on. More shadows shift near the corrugated metal base, their moans rising in a discordant, hungry chorus.
Seth
We cannot linger here. These things are drawing more of their kind every second.
Blake
Seth, the horses are getting spooked. We have to go now.
Seth shoves the dead walker aside, his blade slick with dark gore. He pivots, scanning the perimeter, and realizes the silo cluster isn't just an outpost; it's a feeder for a larger herd lingering just beyond the treeline. He locks eyes with Blake, his expression hard, resolute, and etched with the exhaustion of a man who hasn't slept in a week.
Seth
Mount up, Blake. We ride south, fast. If we stay, we die in the dirt.
Seth
Survive. That’s the only objective left.
+ Scene Quest Added
Escape the silo cluster