Disclaimer: I do not own either Young Justice or Dying Light.
Harran, Turkey – 22:39
" Good night, good luck." Whispered the presence behind the counter.
Really, never figured that would be a phrase I'd use in my life. He thought, trying to keep his presence hidden in the slums convenience store. Even after seeing them so many times, they still give me the heebie jeebies.
Screams and growls could be heard in the night, in the burning city of Harran. Peeking out the window of the convenience store, he could see infected roaming in large groups few feet from the store.
Alright, they are blocking the entrance, but at least the backdoor is still clear, I hope. He said in trepidation. Jade's gonna tear Brecken a new one if I come back hurt. His bicep throbbed, with the reminder.
Keeping himself to the shadows in the store, the presence crouch walked behind the counter, heading towards the back room, keeping sound at a minimal and searching for any resources someone might've missed.
Entering the backroom, boxes littered the shelves, a rug lying in the middle, an overhang light flickering and the backdoor almost opposite of the entrance.
The light flickering shows the presence to be a male of 16 years old, a peach complexion, green eyes and red hair. Donning what looks like an outfit fit for a runner, cargo pants, a mask covering his mouth, a backpack and a machete holstered at his right side. In the backpack a baseball bat was poking out.
Moving towards the closest shelf, pushing boxes silently, searching, he found some coffee and a pack of cigarettes.
No food. His stomach growled at the thought.
Continuing his search, his foot got caught in the rug, flailing his arms he managed to grab onto one of the shelves and hoist himself up.
Looking back to what tripped him, he saw the rug had bundled up oddly. Is it just me or did the rug just get a square in the middle?
Moving the rug, revealed a trapdoor.
Making sure not to make too much noise, he lifted the trapdoor, revealing a small basement. He hesitated to go down the basement, when the sound of crying came from the basement.
A kid? Alone? Here?
Squashing his hesitation, he carefully went down the staircase, reaching the bottom he was not prepared for the sight before him. The child he wanted to save, was infected. As soon as it had noticed him, the crying increased in tenfold, prompting the redhead to cover his ears. Shit, it'll attract biters.
Turning around, he left the basement, slamming it shut. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he uncovered his ears and heard shuffling at the backroom entrance. Rushing towards the backdoor, he managed to get the latch open and leaving the convenience store.
Running towards the closest house, he scaled the wall and managed to grab onto the edge of a windowsill. Continuing his climb upwards, he reached the roof. Once properly settled, he reached into his backpack and took out a walkie-talkie.
Pressing the button, he spoke into the walkie-talkie "Brecken, do you copy?"
"I repeat, Brecken do you copy?"
Repeating the same question for the third time. A reply came, expecting a male voice, he was not prepared for the voice that followed
"Oh, thank god you are safe Wally." the female replied.
Trying not to groan, he replied "Hi Jade… so, what happened to Brecken?" he winced at his reply.
"Once you get back to the tower I'll speak to both of you." The woman dubbed Jade replied, the underlying threat was not missed. "Just get back here." She said, ending the conversation.
"Alrighty then, I'll be there soon, I also have some info I'd like to give you and Brecken."
Looking towards the tower, only one thought came.
Fuck.
His watch beeped, marking the time to be 00:00.
Alright, so this is my first try at a story. I'll try and keep it updated. But updates mostly depend on my mood at the time of the day. So expect updates to be slowcoming. Also, since this is my first story, I'd like to ask reviews to bring in any ways for me to improve characterization and if the reader feels that there might be some plotholes I'd like them to be pointed out, so I can fix them. Any type of criticism is appreciated. Name is subject to change.
Pairings wont be a priority, and any pairings will be canon.
Other than that, enjoy current and future chapters.
