Lyerin followed the old military soldier through the labyrinthine corridors of the outpost, his footsteps echoing faintly in the silence.
The soldier walked with a purposeful stride, his back straight and his expression serious, though there was a certain weariness in his eyes—a weariness that only years of battle and hardship could bring.
As they moved deeper into the compound, Lyerin took note of every detail, his mind working to memorize the layout, the number of guards, and the locations of the exits.
"This here is the Sector C18 storage area," the soldier began, his voice gravelly and aged, but steady.
"These warehouses hold everything you'll need—food, water, medical supplies. You'll find exercise equipment in some of the larger warehouses, too. The Borgias Family has ensured that even in times of crisis, we have the means to stay strong, to keep our bodies and minds sharp."
