The sterile scent of antiseptic and clean linens clings to the air of the Kingdom infirmary. Seth wakes to the rhythmic hum of a generator and the soft, steady drip of an IV. The bandage on his left arm is pristine, though a phantom sensation of his missing hand sends a jolt of pain through his shoulder.
Miller
You finally decided to join the living, Seth.
Miller
I thought he was gone for sure after the blood loss.
Seth
How long?
Seth
My head feels like it's being split by a rusted axe.
Tyrese
Two days. You lost a lot, man. Miller and I barely got you back before the patrol found the road.
Tyrese
He looks hollowed out, same as the rest of us.
Seth
The arm... where is it?
Seth
I can’t let this stop me. I need to lead, not rot in a bed.
Seth pulls himself up, ignoring the dizziness. Through the window, he spots the bustling courtyard below, the survivors working on the new wall segments. The progress is slow, but the community is breathing. He knows Negan is still out there, and the loss of his hand is merely a down payment on the war to come.
+ Story Quest Added
Recover from the loss of your hand and prepare for war against Negan.
“That bastard chop my hand clean off”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled +0)
Seth
That bastard took my hand, but he didn't take my reach. Negan thinks this cripples me? It just sharpens the focus.
Seth
The arm is gone, Miller. It’s just bone and necrotic tissue now. It doesn't matter what they did to the flesh. What matters is what I do to their throats when I catch up to them.
Miller
Easy, Seth. Your stitches aren't even a day old. You start moving like that and you'll tear yourself open.
Tyrese
He's right. You want war? You need to be able to pull a trigger without fainting from blood loss. Let us handle the perimeter.
Seth
I'm done resting.
Seth swings his legs off the cot, the movement sharp and defiant. He ignores the protest of his bandaged shoulder, his eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of the Kingdom's main gate. He is no longer a patient. He is a predator deciding which weapon he can still wield with one hand.
“The black guy Tyrese gives me a new gun a Colt 45 he says it has a lot of power just like that Desert Eagle you're always carrying around but it'll be a lot better to shoot with your new one hand you're going to have to get used to it you should go train Tyrese says”
SUCCESS (Superb Firearms, rolled +0)
Tyrese
Hand it over. The Desert Eagle is a heavy beast for a one-armed man. Try the Colt. Same punch, different balance. It’s got a lighter trigger pull, might help you compensate while you adjust to the new reality.
Seth
The steel is cool, solid. It sits in my palm like it was molded for this specific grip. One hand or not, I’m still the man who hits his mark.
Seth levels the Colt 45, his movements fluid despite the phantom weight of his missing limb. He dry-fires, the click sharp and precise against the sterile quiet of the infirmary. He doesn't flinch. He tracks the imaginary target on the wall with the focus of a hawk, his eyes narrowing as he finds the rhythm of the weapon.
Miller
You look like you're ready to hunt, but you've got to hit the range first. Don't go wasting lead until you're sure where that barrel is pointing.
Seth
I’m going to the range now. Get the gate ready.
+ New Item Acquired
Colt 45