So, several weeks into writing this, I realised that how many reviews/follows/favourites you have is how high up on the chain your story gets, plus it also provides feedback on how to keep going with it. And as stupid as I am, I had no idea this was the case. 10 points to me.

Also, I'm just going to upload chapters when I feel like it's a good spot to end. I'll try to upload as often as I can, but there won't be any set time through the week that I'll upload. So there's that.

Also also, I've had a bit of a writing slump these past few weeks, so I took a couple of days off writing. Sorry about the delay between chapters for this one.

So, onto the newest chapter.

I still don't own Dying Light. I doubt I ever will.

I don't know how long I sat there. How long it took for me to open the carriage, to give Rahim peace. I only know that by the time I left the building, I was no longer the same person as before.

The group of six moved slowly through the street below me. Their weapons slung lazily in their hands. They didn't expect anyone to want to attack them.

But then again, anyone wasn't us.

I shifted my gaze to the rooftop opposite me. My sister sat there, rifle held in her hands. It was always unloaded, we could never find any ammo, but no one ever knew that. I nodded once.

Show time.

Valerija climbed down the other side of the building she was on. She would run ahead and cut them off, threaten them with the rifle a bit.

Step one.

I dropped down silently, and crouched behind a crate. It was only two stories and the dirt was soft from the rains last night. I saw Val step out, rifle raised. All of them stopped, holding their hands in the air.

Step two.

"So," it was a new routine every time. I wondered what it would be now. "We need your stuff. Food, water, etcetera. We know you have it, so are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?" The group all looked at each other, and slowly readied their weapons as one. Val smirked coldly.

Step three.

"I hoped that was your answer," and she threw the rifle at one of them. Caught off guard, he stumbled under the weight, and regained his footing as a knife slit his throat. The rest of the group, shocked from their stupor by the spray of blood, charged. They always underestimated us.
Val met the front runner head on, her axe clashing with his sabre in a shower of sparks. The others in the group were advancing quickly.

I swung out from behind the crate, pulling my knife from my thigh. The man at the rear never knew what happened as I jabbed the knife into the base of his skull. The next went down in the same fashion, lifelessly falling to the ground. They landed within seconds of each other, soft thuds echoed through the street. The final man, armed with a heavy, two - handed axe, spun quickly, swinging wide. I ducked under the swing, and lashed out with my knife. It dug into the side of his knee. He let out a scream and fell, landing hard on his side.

"Wait wait wait!" He held up his hands in surrender. He was breathing hard, blood flowed freely from his leg. He would never walk again. But I wasn't one to tell him that. "Don't… don't kill me! Please!"

"And why should we not?" Valerija crouched down next to his head, her clothes spattered with blood. "I mean, you tried to kill us just then."

"I'm just trying to get by, please! Rais will kill me if I go back without it." That peaked my interest.

"Go back without what?" He turned his head to look at me.

"Military supplies, on the other side of the Infamy Bridge! Medical supplies, weapons everything! Please, just let me live." Val and I looked at each other, debating what to do. Finally, she nodded.

"Okay." We stood up and walked away.

"Wait! You're just going to leave me here?" I stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"We didn't say we'd help you." And we left. The sounds of his screams drowned out by the screeches of infected.

Our safe-house was a silent, three-story building in the centre of the slums. UV lights ran up the side, creating a 15 metre safe-zone in every direction around the building.

It used to be a pharmacy, and so it was one of the first places picked clean after the virus took hold.

Sometimes, the building seemed empty, just Val and I. We found things to occupy our time.

Val flopped down onto the lone couch we had, sitting her pack beside her. A cool, evening breeze washed through the house, the curtains waved slightly, the lights overhead flickered. Home.

For now, at least.

"So what did we get today?" I asked. Val ran a hand through her hair and tied it back, before opening the bag we carried supplies with.

"Uhh… enough water for a week, some supplies for the workshop, and enough food for three days? That doesn't seem right."

"Show me." She pulled everything out of her pack, and sat it on the floor in front of her.

Seven cans of food, four litres of water, several rolls of duct tape, a box of nails and metal scrap, and the weapons we took. This was nowhere near enough from a raid.

"Where's the rest? There should be almost five times this much stuff." Her tone was angry, and rightly so. I thought back to the one we left alive.

"They said they were going to Infamy Bridge, maybe that's why they had so little on them? They needed to carry stuff back." She shook her head.

"Too dangerous. There's only two of us, and there was six of them. If Rais thought that a group of six was the smallest number, how are we going to do it? The bridge is overrun, we'd never get six feet! It's suicidal! Come on A, think!"

"I am thinking! Fuck Val, they have medicine over there, military gear!" I started pacing around the room. "Sometimes you've just got to take a risk." She sighed heavily.

"Fine. Fine! We'll go. But if we die I'm blaming you." I snorted unabashedly.

"If we die, you won't be blaming anyone."

The wind whistled across the bridge, an eerie silence had descended. Corpses of the infected littered the road behind us, having had to literally carve our way through.

We stood at the base of a support, craning our necks to catch a glimpse of the top. The bridge further along having been separated in the first days of the outbreak.

"That's a hell of a long way up." Val said, a hint of disgust in her voice. I turned to her and smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, going up's the hard part." She looked at me witheringly, and then back up to the supports. "Besides, we only have to do it once."

"I knew you'd say that." She answered dryly. I climbed up on top of a police van, and jumped to grab onto a ledge.

"Come on, it's not going to be that bad." She sighed before jumping up as well.

"I wish we had a grappling hook."

We sprawled out on a scaffold at the top. The climb was a lot longer than I expected, and the sun had long since set. The small safe zone inside one of the pillars was a welcome sight. It took all my willpower not to collapse into the sleeping bag, first chance I got.

We'd have to wait until morning to cross the bridge, doing it at night was too dangerous, Volatiles lurked in every shadow.

"Hey," Valerija's voice cut through the emptiness. I rolled over, Val was staring up at the sky. "How're you holding up?" I knew what she was talking about. I wanted to say that I was fine, that I'd accepted what had happened.

But I couldn't lie to her.

"Not… Not very well. I should be fine now, it's been three months, but it still hurts." Tears swam in my eye, and I wiped them away hurriedly. "It hurts all the time, and I'm worried it will never stop. How am I going to go on like this?" I let myself be pulled into a hug. "I keep waiting for him to call, to tell me that he's fine, and that he's waiting at the Nest. A part of me knows that's never going to happen, but I can't help but wish." I sighed shakily. "We haven't been to the Tower in months, we haven't had any contact with them, they probably think we're dead, or turned, or something. Brecken's probably jumping for joy that I'm gone, Jade probably hates me, and I don't blame her if she does. And Nadeau, I haven't seen him since before… before we left. He's probably going out of his mind and I haven't even thought about him. What sort of person am I? How could I just forget about friends like that?" I felt arms wrap around me.

"You wanna know?" She grabbed my chin and turned my head to face her. "You're the kind of person who will drop everything to help someone in need. The kind who wouldn't even think twice before jumping in to save someone's life. It almost gets you killed every time," She gestured to my one remaining eye. "But as long as the other person's safe, you don't care what happens to yourself. That's the kind of person you are, and it's the best kind you can be." We stayed out under the stars, only moving back inside once the moon was well over half way across the sky.

We sat back in our main safe-house, scrapes, cuts, and bruises marred our skin. The military checkpoint on the other side of the bridge was overrun and empty, anything valuable had long been scavenged.

It was a waste of time, and we almost died. Caught out at night time again, we had little choice but to run to the small fishing village under the bridge.

As we had run into the gate, a brave Volatile had leapt onto my back, sizzling in the UV lamps. My vision had blurred as the wind was knocked out of me. As I gasped for breath, I heard it screech, before there were two concussive blasts from in front of me, and the weight was lifted.

A smoking shotgun was in Valerija's hands, and the remains of the Volatile twitching on the ground. She always said I had a knack for trouble.

A groan pulled me out of my memories, Val was stretched out on the couch, arms thrown lazily over the side. She looked deep in thought. I shook my head, and took a bite out of a baklava, the pastry had long gone stale.

"We need to go back to the Tower." I choked on the sweet and stared at her incredulously.

"What?" I was too shocked to say anything else.

"It's the only way we're going to survive. We're running out of food and water, our weapons are almost completely rust, I'm going insane not being able to talk to anyone. You need to face your fears or your demons or whatever. We just need to go back, please."

I didn't want to believe that everything she had just said was true. But I knew that it was. We had to go back to the Tower. I had to admit that I missed talking to people. I missed seeing people. But I couldn't face Jade, not after what happened. I was afraid of how she'd react. I never said so much as a goodbye, to anyone really. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd forgotten about me. They probably wouldn't even recognise me if they did. I sighed, resigning myself.

"Fine, but we go in disguise, or at least I do. I can't handle with… well… you know. I just want to get there and have some time to settle in, please?" I wasn't above begging to get what I wanted. A look of, something, passed over Val face before she smiled slightly.

"Whatever you want sis. Catch." She threw one of Rais' men's masks at me. The paint had been stripped off, leaving it an obnoxious shade of white. I looked up at her oddly, and she shrugged. "Call it a hunch. Go pack, we'll leave when everything's set."

Everything was about to get a whole lot more difficult.

I know, a bit underwhelming once again, but once more, stuff will get exciting next time. I have a bad habit of having an on/off style of writing. I really need to work on it.

Anyway, thank for sticking with the story this far if you have, remember to leave me some feedback on what to do or improve or something.