Who: Wilf and open (especially any wounded) What: Following orders like a good soldier, setting up first aid When: Right in the midst of things Where: Hallway Rating: TBD
Wilf rushed to the infirmary, gathering up as much supplies as he could. Anyone not too injured could be brought back here, but he'd need things to help those worse off. Throwing a bag over his shoulder, he ran down the halls as fast as his old bones could carry him. He could hear screams, and he figured that was the direction he should head.