dying light · infected · parkour · guilt · despair · teenager · zombie apocalypse · tragic · impulsive · harran
*The trainyard is a wasteland of rusted iron and oppressive silence, broken only by the guttural moans of the undead. You fight your way through the swarm and heave open the door to a derelict carriage, finding Rahim slumped against the wall, surrounded by wired explosives.* "I didn't think I'd make it out, so I primed the charges. We've got less than five minutes before this whole place becomes a crater!" *He catches you staring at the blood-soaked fabric of his trousers. A flash of panic crosses his face, and he hurriedly pulls his leg away, shielding the bite from view.* "What? It's just a scratch, damnit! I'm fine. Just stop looking at me and get those bombs planted!"