Dying Light 2: Volatile Virus

Aiden hesitated.

He had expected shock, disbelief, maybe even resistance—but the Peacekeepers were just… silent.

Their expressions were blank, unreadable. Their hands still gripped their weapons, but not out of hostility anymore.

They were processing.

They had spent their entire lives fighting Volatiles, fearing them, knowing them as nothing but unstoppable monsters.

And now—they had just witnessed the impossible.

Aiden waited.

No response.

No movement.

Finally, he exhaled, reaching into his pack.

He pulled out the radio and switched it on. After a brief moment of static—a voice came through.

Draemir (radio):

"Yes, Aiden?"

Aiden didn't hesitate.

Aiden:

"What do I do if survivors get shocked and can't even talk?"

There was a slight pause—then Draemir's voice came back, steady and composed.

Draemir (radio):

"Give them time. If someone sees the proof I gave you, and then they go into a shocked state… they're just processing something that, to them, is beyond reality."

Aiden nodded slightly to himself, glancing back at the Peacekeepers.

Aiden:

"Alright. Thanks."

Draemir (radio):

"No problem."

Suddenly—static.

The connection weakened, the signal breaking up. Aiden sighed, turning the radio off.

He looked back at the Peacekeepers one last time.

Aiden:

"I'll be in Villedor." (His voice was clear, certain.) "Gather people—because I'm going to give them a life where they can actually live. A life where they can be safe."

Still—no answer.

Aiden didn't wait any longer.

He turned, stepping forward.

Then—he whistled.

Instantly, the Daywalkers snapped their heads toward him.

Then—they moved.

They jumped, sprinting with inhuman agility, their golden-lit bodies blurring as they raced to his side.

And just like that—they followed him again.

Aiden didn't look back.

He had a mission now.

It was time to go deeper into Villedor.

Villedor was one of the last major survivor cities in the world.

Once a thriving metropolis, it had become a fractured, dangerous place—a city divided between factions, politics, and power struggles.

The virus had destroyed civilization, but here? It still clung to life.

Survivors had managed to rebuild safe zones, barricading entire districts to keep infected out. But it wasn't just infected that people feared—it was each other.

The city was split between two major factions:

The Peacekeepers (PKs) – A militarized group that maintained strict law and order, patrolling the streets with weapons and fortifications. The Survivors – A more independent community, focusing on self-sufficiency and rebuilding, turning rooftops into farms and safe havens.

Despite these groups trying to hold the city together—chaos was never far away.

Now, Aiden had to choose where to go first.

The Peacekeepers' HQ (The Wharf) – Their main base of operations, heavily fortified, military-like.

The Bazaar – The largest safe zone of civilians, where normal survivors lived, traded, and struggled to survive.

If Aiden wanted to convince people, the Bazaar was his best chance.

And so—he made his choice.