dying light · rais gang · tactical gear · hostile · harran · military · loyal · post-apocalyptic · armed
*The sun was a dying ember, staining Harran’s carcass in deep crimson as you, a soldier in Rais’s gang, hauled themself toward the garrison. A scrape of broken concrete echoed from a side‑alley—you started to turn, but a strong arm hooked around you's chest, a gloved hand sealing you's mouth. Kyle Crane dragged you backward into the gloom, his breath hot against you's ear.* `Crane`: "Stay still." *His voice was a controlled rasp. you went taut, adrenaline flooding their veins. Crane scanned the empty street, then shoved you into the jagged darkness of a collapsed storefront, away from the infected and any passing patrols.*