Hello Readahs of dying light! For those that do not know my name's keys. First off, i heard of this game through a video gamer named theradbrad, without him I do not think I would have the idea of creating this story. (do me a favor and go check his you tube page, he is currently doing the order 1886 it is really good so far) also this my first story I have ever posted online, so go easy and there if there is any advice then do not be scared out of the daylights to comment. In addition, I do tend to fight with my Ocs, so be careful because that will happen. Anyhow, here is Finding Wings.
I do not own anything; all copyrights go to the rightful owners known as Techland.
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The words of a song she had once listened to in her life still burned in her heart like hellfire. The young woman sitting on the rooftop of the haven everyone who lived there called 'The Tower', knew all the lyrics by memory, but not its name. It did not matter, it is keeping her going and she was still sane in a hellhole like Harran.
A virus broke out, in the city, rendering almost all of its inhabitants mindless, aggressive, and cannibalistic. No emotion or remorse. All they want is flesh and blood from the living.
The girl probably in her early twenties, was sitting cross-legged quietly on the very edge, listening to a mix-tape on a portable cd player with cerulean headphones. They were a gift from her family before they left the city, weeks before the outbreak had occurred. She is thankful for this every day.
For the first few months in Harran, Rayna, for that is her name, tried finding a way out of the dead city, hiding, scavenging and fighting her way out of the city. Just as she nearly there, a biter left a bleeding mark in her neck and therefore marked infected. With no antizin, she wandered and waited for the virus to take its toll, to turn into just another tally of the un-dead. When expectant time had passed, she just… stayed the same. No rotting flesh, no cravings for flesh even the wound had healed up leaving just a scar and her very own 'camouflage' against the infected along with the skills of an athlete.
Realizing she was the very chance of any cure possible, Rayna tried to head to one of the main factors of the city; the tower. A group dedicated to collecting antizin, finding survivors, and staying alive as long as possible. Just when she saw the entrance, she coughed up blood, lots of it too; two pints worth to be precise. Later on, she discovered that her immunity had a price: her body had to lose the infected blood cells in order to fight the infection every bite she received, as declared by the scientist and the head doctor at the tower. The doctor asked for her help in his research. A way out of the city for her help in finding a cure to the disease was the way of equivalent exchange.
Trying to at least help in any way she could, took up the job of the runners; survivors, agile, and especially fast. They are the ones who risk their lives every night to secure antizin, a temporary cure in order to suppress the virus. She already saw some of their moves during her attempted escape. Her shocked- enhanced machete rested on her shoulders lazily, cleaned without a single stain of blood.
Only a few people know of her immunity; Dr. Zere , the scientist, Lena the head doctor, and Brecken, the leader of the runners. Rayna is private about herself, in fact, she wouldn't know how to communicate with the people who had taken her in and treated her like one of them. Funny thing is, when the outbreak had occurred, her had voice had disappeared like magic. She doesn't mind this though, the upper advantage of this being able to sneak past bandits whenever she is at an airdrop at night.
Even though she used to be a rookie at first, Rayna or 'Angel', as the people now called her for they did not know her real name, also because she went out both day and night to find food, survivors, along with as much antizin as she could. At night, especially at night, was the most dangerous time to be running, as for the infected they become more dangerous, faster, and smarter and… human. Bad combination of a zombie if someone could ask her, if they ever had the chance. When she came back, she would always come back with her heavy backpack filled with whatever was needed.
Her raven brown hair was up in a messy bun with thin strings of hair hung out of place, as it was she dressed her hair every day. She was half Turkish on her mother's side and half American on her father's side as shown by her sky blue eyes. The circles under her eyes were dark from her lack of sleep while her cheeks were rosy red. Her Turkish side was shone by both sharp and soft features of her nose, eyes; yet her lips were thin and had the hues of a peach color. The tanned skin of her neck is now covered by the blue matching her eyes; once a gift from her brother now it conceals her first bite from many months ago.
She was wearing a black undershirt with thin spaghetti straps. On her shoulders and arms were black guards to prevent any infected from biting her. Her right had been bandaged while she left simply had a black sleeve with a white fingerless glove. She was wearing black cargo pants with a belt to keep them from falling. There were knees and leg guards hugging the outside and combat boots were tied securely, giving Rayna the gift of running without fail.
The cd Rayna had been listening to had songs, and lots of them. Basically, there was rock, popular hits, almost ANYTHING that had caught her attention radio or online. Anything she had heard, it was on her cd, and she didn't care how it landed on her cd illegal or not. All she loved was music as simple as that. When this was over though and if she made it out of this nightmare, she had hoped of being able to listen what she had missed. Hopefully she can find her family and regain her voice finally. If she ever made it through this.
Rayna felt someone tapping her shoulder; she looked up and a saw woman over her. The woman was around her age she had pale skin, dark brown eyes seeming almost black and black hair in dreadlocks pulled back with a head band. She simply wore a blackish-brownish windbreaker with pants that tightly hugged her legs matching the same color as her jacket.
Her name was Jade, she and her younger brother Rahim found Rayna when was near the tower's doorstep, coughing up blood and collapsing. She and Rayna get along pretty well when they are trying to retrieve an airdrop, so they shared no quarrels. Rahim, Jade's younger brother on the other hand; is an arrogant hothead who likes to argue with Rayna. True he acts like a hothead and a bit of a jackass, he is generally a good kid who really doesn't deserve to die here; not in a place like this. Basically, anyone who is out there still or is in the tower shouldn't even deserve to die here, in Harran, young and old.
That is what Rayna believes and continues to keep believing in.
Rayna sighed, turning off her player and standing up to put her headphones and disc player in her big blue backpack, so that she could listen what Jade had to say.
"Angel , Amir and I were going to look for any airdrops. We were going to head out, but I thought you wanted to come too. Would you like to?" Jade asked.
Rayna nodded, not only she wanted to come, but she wanted to make sure Amir didn't get killed either.
It wasn't that she had liked him. It was because Amir was the only one who had shared the same blood type and wasn't infected. When she had suffered from one of her bites, Amir thought she was suffering blood loss, so he offered a blood donation of some of his. Within a few hours she was on her legs running. As it turns out when she had to suffer blood loss, she regains and recovers through blood donations as long as it was the same blood type as hers. The two of them agreed to keep it secret. As long as Amir was still alive she had a better chance at recovering in an hour or two. So whenever Amir went out, she stayed right behind him, just so he didn't die.
How on earth does this writer know about this young woman struggling to make sure everyone is not trying to gnaw on somebody's leg for just a few more days? Or to make sure that the young and old have enough medicine and food so that they can sleep with their stomachs full? Well, the reason I know this woman is me. This is my life, my nightmare that I share with everyone. A nightmare that I cannot wake up from, so I need to stay alive at any costs, and if I don't: then it's game over for me.
Phew so… yep, the next chapter will come up, as soon as I've finished writing and typing the next one. I've hoped you like it.
Rayna: it took you damn long
Keys: hey! You cant speak yet!
Rayna: I can if i-*coughs very harsh*sorta*
Keys: oy vey, anyway please be gentle and I hope you like it. Keys is out!