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Last Hope: Kyle Crane x Reader

Prologue & Chapter 1

Warnings: violence, gore, zombelinis wc: 1,870

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PROLOGUE

I was in Harran before the epidemic hit. Stupidly, I was convinced by my best friend to move to Harran with little to nothing in our pockets and start a new life there together. Harris-Bloody-Brecken had never been a sweet-talker, but the dream of living in the Mediterranean, living out my passion with my best friend, was something I couldn't pass up. We both met in the UK as parkour instructors and have been joined at the hip since. We thought we were getting somewhere with our parkour classes. The Harran Athletic Games lured people to our business like cattle, but then the epidemic spread like wildfire. We didn't hesitate to rush survivors into the Tower. Our apartment turned into a base of operations overnight.

The beginning of the epidemic was the worst. Everyone who turned was fast, their humanity holding on by a thread. They pleaded for mercy as we tried to kill them despite their quick reflexes. Nearly all of our friends and neighbours were infected, and we survivors did everything we could to clear out and seal the overrun floors. Our group was running low on supplies, and everyone was too afraid to go back outside. They barely knew how to fight or protect themselves. But luckily, Brecken and I were able. The streets weren't safe, but the rooftops were better. So, we decided to teach people how to become runners.

Our best runners were the Aldemir siblings: the kickboxing champion, Jade the "Scorpion", and her younger brother, Rahim. I loved them both like family, and so did Brecken. I thought everything was going to be okay. We all did. The people of the Tower were slowly getting stronger, and our runners were keeping Harran barely alive. But then everything came crashing down on me, even before Kyle came into the picture.

CHAPTER 1

The Tower hums with life in the midday sun. Children are running around the halls, dodging past security personnel and a few of our runners. I lean against the wall of Brecken's office, watching the birds swoop through the blue sky of the slums.

I hear someone running into the room. He hunches over, out of breath. "We found a group of survivors holed up in a shop close by. "Five of them," he heaves out.

I sit him down in our base of operations and offer him a bottle of water as Brecken radios Jade to help out on this rescue mission.

I snicker to myself. We began calling these trips 'missions', and I like to pretend I'm a superhero. But even then, I know I can't save everyone. Our numbers are still small. There are around a dozen of us runners, and most of them are off on their own missions or resting.

Jade walks into the room and pats my shoulder as I check over our supplies. Rahim follows right behind, and before I could stop him, Brecken shouts from the couch without turning around.

"Don't even think about it, Rahim. You're not coming."

Rahim begs with his hands in prayer. I look at him with pursed lips as I shake my head.

"I told you to help Lena, and that's what you're going to do until we get back," said Jade.

"You're all holding me hostage like- like I'm some dog. When are you going to let me actually help?" Rahim whines.

"You're already helping a lot by helping Lena. Now go, shoo." I huff.

"But-"

"Go!" Jade and I shout.

I hear Rahim huff and stomp out of the room behind me. I shook my head at his insistence. No matter how many times we tell him, he doesn't understand why we stop him from leaving the Tower. He's still young, and the thought of losing someone like Rahim is a nightmare waiting to happen. But he thinks we see him as incapable. I just hope his misguided beliefs doesn't turn him against us.

Brecken rallies us all on the ground floor to pick up our weapons. The quartermaster hands me my trusty crossbow, a sharpened machete and a back-up knife. Our runner picks up a bag of extra weapons for the group we're about to rescue. Brecken begins to run us through our plan: cut through the infected, save the group, and haul ass back to the Tower. It's early in the afternoon and I can tell everyone is on edge about making it back to the Tower before nightfall. The last thing we want is all of us being ripped to shreds by Volatiles.

We follow the runner who found the group. Jade and I run over crumbling rooftops whilst Brecken and our runner slash from the ground to make a path for later. Sweat rolls down every inch of my body under the spring sun. Infected stumble and groan across the streets, the smell of rotting flesh and blood pungent no matter which way we ran. Broken cars haphazardly blocking the roads and piles of decaying bodies made it harder for us to weave through the streets. I've forgotten what clean air smells like, what a clean city looks like. I just feel sorry for all the children that have to see this.

The runner signals for us to slow down, and we all look at the apartments he's pointing at.

"Jesus christ, why are there so many infected here?" Brecken whispers.

There's over a dozen infected stumbling around the perimeter of the building. I already know the rescue will be tougher than usual, and when I look at Jade, she seems just as worried as me.

"We need to split up the team. Jade and I will get rid of the infected. You two, get the group ready to haul ass back to the Tower," I say.

Jade and I drop and roll onto the ground. We nod at eachother before we turn our backs and slash through the horde. Blood splatters across me. Guts and shards of bones spray onto us and onto the concrete floor. The infected stumble, growl and claw at us. Their deteriorating jaws snap at our limbs. The horde thins down with every cut until none were left in the area, but I can hear a few infected on the roads turning to the comotion.

"Are you okay?" Jade pants, holding onto my shoulder.

I turn to her, checking her for any injuries. She's covered in blood just as much as me and I grimace at the mess. "I'm okay, are you?"

Jade nods before she points up to the group of survivors at the top of the stairs. Brecken looks over the blacony before I send him a bloody thumbs up. Each one of the survivors come down the stairs: a middle-aged woman and man, a teenage boy and small girl. They remind of me of Jade and Rahim. The little girl clutches onto her teddy as her brother picks her up. We're going to escort a whole family to safety and I feel the weight of the world crushing my shoulders. I let out a shaky breath and line them up in front of Brecken. Jade and I are on either side of the group and our runner is at the back. We immediately begin to run back to the tower, the sun already beginning to teeter on the edge of the horizon as infected try to grab at all of us. We're a buffet rushing through the streets with kids in the middle. I wonder if Brecken can tell how terrified I am.

We're passing through a narrow alleyway, the Tower bowing over us. The father kicks a metal can with his foot. I hear him swear and Brecken ushers us to run faster. That's when I hear a viral slam out of a building to my left. My head snaps to its screams as it locks onto me. Brecken and Jade are making a path through a few infected blocking us. The little girl whimpers behind me. The viral runs towards me at full speed. I try to block its scratches and punches. I shout at the boy anf girl to run past me. I hear our runner fighting off another infected too. I kick the viral away from me before I swing my machete at its head. The blade sunk into its neck as it tries to claw at me again. I remove the blade from its neck and blood sprays all over me before I manage to behead it. I let out a sigh of relief, but I can barely turn around when our runner shouts at me to look out.

Cold hands grab onto me and a shot of pain rips through my shoulder. I scream, jerking forward and nearly falling onto the ground. Our runner rips the runner off me and makes quick work of it. The girl begins to softly cry. Everyone panics as Brecken pulls me up and holds me upright. We all rush down the alleyway and back onto the streets. I try to rip myself away from Brecken to help kill the infected, but he isn't having any of it. All I can focus on is Brecken repeating that I'd be okay like a mantra. I see the the Tower loom over us as I stumble up the stairs. Brecken rushes us up to the infirmary. I can barely feel or register anything as adrenaline rushes through me. That little girl's cries haunt me.

"Is the boy and girl okay?" I pant. Lena is already cleaning my wound and I barely wince at the alcohol flushing my wound.

"You just got bit and you care about those two?" Brecken laughs in disbelief.

"Yes, Brecken," I groan as the pain begins to settle into my shoulder, "I... I got bit? What the fuck..." I turned my head to my wound but immediately hiss at the strain in my muscles. Lena slaps my head forward.

"I'll get some antizin," Lena says.

Lena ordered me to hold onto the rag over my wound. I head her walk away before she began to rustle through a box behind me. Brecken walked over to her, before I heard Lena whisper.

"The antizin... some of it's gone."

The room plunges into silence. I hiss as a muscle spasms inside my wound. Brecken laughs and the box of antizin shut. I flinch, pain shooting up my shoulder.

"What the fuck do you mean some of it's been stolen? We secured a drop in the morning. So where did it all go, Lena?" Brecken shouts.

"I don't know! They were here before I went on break, I swear!" Lena yells back.

Every shout assaults my brain and I plead quietly for them to stop, but they won't listen. Someone walks into the room. A familiar hand softly grasps my non-injured arm.

Jade mutters a curse at the other two. "Will you guys quit it? We'll figure this all out whilst they rest up. Lena, patch them up please?"

The room is silent as Lena cleans and bandages my shoulder. I keep thinking about what Lena said: someone stole some of the antizin, but we picked up a crate in the morning. My stomach swirls; the thought of others not getting antizin today, and then me. What if I turn before we find any more? I'd rather go out my own way than turn.

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Dying Light: Monsters, We.

a fan fiction | Season Three | The Will to Live

Chapter Twenty-Two: To Do

Kyle Crane's understanding of a man he's wanted to dead is challenged.

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If you thought about it, then life was nothing but a singular long-ass chain of To Dos. Sure, most of them were going to be harmless, like eat this apple, or close your eyes and don’t move for six to eight hours, but you couldn’t coast off those forever. Eventually there’d be the obligatory hold in this fart, and sit through Uncle Neil’s boring-ass holiday slides for the 5th time, and, not to forget, the deal with the aftermath of fighting off ten plus Church lackeys while side by side with a pack of fucking Vollies.

Ergo: Holy shit, was Kyle’s To Do list stressing him out or what?

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He is grace incarnate.

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There's two critters in Castor Woods that you're sure to catch by dangling Kyle around as bait.

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