Dying Light: Uncontrollable Will, Eternal Regret

A story of sex and violence set in the Dying Light. Ah, passion! Oh, youth! Hey, zombies!

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Harran, 14 days after The Quarantine

“-I understand the passion of young people. The fire burns in your hearts and, in your case, in your dick since you only want to put us in danger to fuck your girlfriend -his father told him.”

“-You don’t understand a damn thing! I love Anissa and if I try to get you to let me out, it’s to be with her in a chaste and pure way! Well, and if something happens, who am I to get in the way of the instinct that nature has generously given us and sexual pleasure?”

“- Nobody, you’re just stupid. I’ve already told you that if you go out there with all those zombies, something bad will happen to you. You’ll die eaten by them or, in the worst case, they’ll bite you and you’ll turn into the worst at the worst moment, putting more lives in danger. The Government knows what it’s doing, they’ve sent that man, Kadir Suleiman, to manage this crisis and in a few days, everything will return to normal. You just have to wait a little longer.”

Hüseyin, seventeen years old, remained silent, thinking about how to escape from there. He would no longer try to convince his father; he would leave that same night, see Anissa for a few hours, and be back by morning. Like most of the population of the city, besieged by government forces and invaded by the undead, he had no idea of the situation on the streets. He didn’t know that at night the zombies were more active or that the virals appeared on the scene. He didn’t need to know.

He only thought about Anissa‘s long black hair, dark and smooth skin, intense turquoise gaze, and running his hands over her almost endless legs until the very end. He didn’t want to say it, but his father was right; he wanted to go see her to express his feelings physically, since patience and poetry were not among his gifts.

As night fell, Hüseyin waited for his family to fall asleep while pretending to read one of his father’s books. It was so boring that he almost fell asleep himself. Once everyone had fallen asleep, the boy put on his headphones, which were blasting Deez Nuts, opened a basement window whose hinges he had previously greased to avoid noise, and jumped into the street.

Anissa lived in the same neighborhood as him. If he ran, he would arrive in less than five minutes. The music would give him the energy and concentration he needed, or so he thought. After all, every day he saw those clumsy and slow monsters from the terrace of his house; they couldn’t do anything to him if he passed by quickly.

Or maybe not. As soon as he started running, Hüseyin learned something new about the infected by the Harran Virus. At night, they were not as clumsy or slow. In fact, they jumped over cars with ease, and the young teenager was having a much harder time leaving them behind than expected, as they managed to brush against him on occasion. In his headphones, his favorite song by the group Face This On My Own played, giving him an adrenaline rush that allowed him to jump over a van and push himself towards a streetlight, which he used to quickly turn to the right and fall to the ground with an elegant somersault that prevented him from hurting his legs.

He felt powerful. The music’s chorus shouted “Yeah!”, and to celebrate the athletic feat he had just accomplished, he shouted “Yeah!” while throwing a punch upwards. However, he didn’t complete the movement his muscles allowed him because he collided with the side of a viral, who let out a cry of rage that made Hüseyin pee himself.

He was very close to his girlfriend’s house. He pushed the viral with all his might and ran. “Anissa, open the door!!” he shouted desperately several times since he arrived at the beginning of the street. He had the viral quite close and heard the shouts of several more approaching. His girl looked out the window and placed an ultraviolet light that illuminated the viral, preventing it from approaching, and then went down to open the door for the boy.

As soon as Hüseyin entered, he rushed towards her to kiss her. It was the moment he had been dreaming of for two weeks. Passion enveloped the two of them so much that they didn’t notice a small wound the boy had on his back. It didn’t seem very serious; it was a cut caused by an infected person after several zombies had torn his clothes on the way there.

Hüseyin was very hot, literally speaking. His body temperature was rising at the same rate as the wound on his back turned black. He attributed it to the heat of the moment and thrust himself against Anissa with more force. So much so that he hurt her. She gently asked him to relax a bit, but he didn’t respond. The frantic rhythm didn’t subside, and she was really uncomfortable. Her boyfriend not only moved his hips but also had his whole body trembling and sweating. She grabbed his face to look into his eyes and calm him down once and for all. When she did, she found that his irises were yellow, and his sexual hunger had passed; now, once satisfied, he wanted to eat, and she would serve him just as well as before.