The sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic and stale linen fills the infirmary. Seth lies on a narrow cot, the rhythmic drip of an IV bag providing the only soundtrack to his throbbing side. He watches a moth flutter against the flickering fluorescent light, his mind racing through the tactical failures of the drainage pipe.
Miller
watches from the corner, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He catches Seth’s gaze and gives a grim, tight-lipped nod.
Seth
flexes his remaining hand. The phantom sensation of fingers that aren't there is a cold, biting reminder of Negan's blade. He needs to move. He needs to get back to the armory before the Saviors solidify their foothold.
Seth
Miller Miller, help me up. We can't stay here while they circle the walls.
Miller
Seth You're in no shape to lead a charge, Seth. Your wound is still weeping. Rest is not a suggestion tonight.
Seth
My body is failing me, but the Kingdom doesn't care about my exhaustion. If I don't secure that armory, the next time those doors buckle, it won't be a scout—it will be a massacre.
+ Story Quest Added
Secure the armory before the Saviors attack.
“I already have patrols regarding the tunnel entrances from now on out and we're working on welding doors down there to keep us more safe but when you were out the map that was on that one guy outside of the tunnel it's a map to a place called Alexandria and a group of whispers was gonna try and sneak in and pretend there apart of the group and kill and loot secretly from the inside on the back of the map it says all the plans right here take a look”
SUCCESS (Legendary Tactics, rolled +2)
Seth
Miller Look at this. The patrol found it on the infiltrator at the tunnel. Alexandria is their target. It is all here, Miller. The infiltration routes, the signals, the kill list. They were planning to gut the place from the inside out.
Miller
snatches the grease-stained map, his eyes darting across the crude ink markings. The color drains from his face as the weight of the intelligence settles in.
Miller
Seth If this is legitimate, Seth, the Whisperers aren't just lurking. They are positioning for a total collapse. We have to warn Alexandria, but if we move, we leave the back door wide open here.
Seth
Negan is playing a long game, but he didn't account for this map falling into our hands. The armory is no longer just a tactical advantage, it is the only thing standing between the Kingdom and a silent takeover. I need to get moving, bandages or not.
“We will head to Alexandria to warn them but for now your right miller I need to rest”
SUCCESS (Good Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Seth
Miller You are right, Miller. I am pushing myself toward a grave I haven't earned yet. We will get this word to Alexandria, but I need to clear the fog from my head first. Help me back to the cot.
Miller
Miller sighs, the tension visibly draining from his shoulders as he steps forward to offer a steadying arm.
Miller
Seth Smart choice. If you collapse on the road, that map dies with you. Get some rest. I will stand guard outside this door until you are ready to move.
Seth
My vision blurs for a heartbeat. The adrenaline is fading, replaced by the throbbing ache of the amputation. I have to be sharp for what comes next. One night of sleep is a small price to pay to ensure Negan doesn't catch me stumbling.
Seth leans heavily on Miller, his body finally bowing to the exhaustion he fought to deny. The infirmary is quiet, save for the rhythmic, distant hum of the settlement generators.