Dying Light - Tennessee Gays Edition 1

Before leaving the dorm, Maya posts a washing schedule: laundry-room sinks for quick cleaning, one bathroom reserved for bathing, and rainwater saved for non-drinking use. Sheets provide privacy.

The Health Center stands ahead beneath harsh afternoon light. Charlie carries his reinforced hammer, while Thomas handles the route and Maya and Evan bring bags, lamps, radios, and inventory notes.

The lobby appears abandoned. Overturned chairs and dried blood interrupt the tile, while a faint medicinal odor lingers near the pharmacy doors, promising supplies left behind.

Beneath their feet, something shifts among clustered bodies in the basement. A muffled scrape travels through the floor, then fades before anyone recognizes its source.

Charlie leads the search through the Health Center lobby, checking reception drawers, overturned chairs, wall cabinets, and abandoned bags while Thomas covers the pharmacy doors.

He finds sealed gloves, gauze, disinfectant wipes, surgical masks, alcohol swabs, two working thermometers, and a locked first-aid case with its key still taped beneath the desk.

Charlie marks the printer, broken monitors, empty furniture, and spoiled snack cabinet as useless. He packs the medical supplies, then opens the first-aid case and adds sterile dressings and antibiotic ointment.

A chair leg catches Charlie’s boot during the final sweep and clatters across the tile. The scrape echoes through the lobby, and something below shifts hard against the basement ceiling.

Charlie nods and moves to cover the stairs, reinforced hammer ready while Thomas, Maya, and Evan advance toward the pharmacy doors in a tight formation.

The stairwell remains empty. Charlie holds the landing and watches below as the others reach the pharmacy entrance, keeping the retreat route visible behind them.

Thomas eases the pharmacy door open. Shelves of sealed medication, testing supplies, and empty baskets appear under the dim emergency lights, with no movement between the aisles.

Charlie keeps the stairs covered while the search begins. The faint basement scrape does not return, and the team works quickly without abandoning its safe retreat.

Charlie keeps the stairwell covered, then glances toward the pharmacy’s wall clock. Its hands show late afternoon, leaving only a few hours of strong daylight.

Through the dusty side windows, the sun sits lower over the Health Center courtyard. Shadows have lengthened across the pavement, but the retreat route remains clearly visible.

As Charlie shifts his stance to compare the clock with the fading light, the reinforced hammer taps the stair rail. The sharp metallic click carries through the pharmacy.

Maya closes a medication box and marks its expiration date. Charlie keeps watching the stairs, now aware that the team’s safe return depends on moving before dusk.

Charlie sees no movement rising from the basement. The stairwell remains empty beneath the pharmacy’s dim emergency lights, with only dust drifting through the lower landing.

Evan opens the nearest pharmacy refrigerator and checks the temperature display. Several insulated medication cases remain sealed inside, their labels legible despite the failing light.

Maya gathers testing strips, glucose tablets, and syringes into a marked bag. Thomas keeps the pharmacy entrance covered while listening toward the silent lobby.

Charlie angles the UV lamp toward the stairwell and strains to see past the lower landing. He listens through the pharmacy’s refrigerator hum and distant building creaks.

A faint, wet rasp rises from below, followed by a slow scrape against concrete. The sound is closer than the basement floor, somewhere on the first landing.

Charlie shifts back from the rail, but the reinforced hammer catches the metal and clacks loudly. The echo rolls down the stairwell, exposing their position.

Maya seals the marked medication bag while Thomas takes the cold pack case. Below, a heavier impact answers the hammer’s echo, followed by dragging footsteps.

Charlie leans just far enough over the stair rail to see the lower landing. The UV beam catches a decayed Biter dragging one leg upward, its fingers scraping concrete.

The Biter jerks its head toward the light. Charlie pulls back quickly, scraping his palm against the rough rail and leaving a bright smear of blood on the metal.

Charlie angles the lamp down the stairwell, forcing the Biter to recoil against the wall. Thomas guides the cold case past him while Maya and Evan move toward the side corridor.

The Biter recoils from the intense UV light.

Charlie moves with the group down the side corridor, keeping the UV beam trained behind them while scanning doorways, ceiling corners, and reflections in the glass.

The Biter recoils from the intense UV light, shielding its face and losing ground on the stairs. Its dragging footsteps fade beneath the pharmacy’s refrigerator hum.

Charlie checks each blind corner before the group passes. No second infected appears, and he spots a clear emergency route marked by fresh green exit signs.

Thomas pushes the side door open. Late afternoon sunlight floods the corridor as the group steps into the courtyard with every medical bag and refrigerated case secured.

The Biter recoils from the intense UV light.

The group crosses the courtyard slowly, distributing the medical bags, cold case, and lamps between them. Charlie walks at the rear, keeping the UV beam fixed on the open doorway.

Inside the Health Center, the Biter remains hunched on the stairs, shielding its face from the violet light. It does not follow as the survivors gain distance.

Charlie scans parked cars, shrubbery, windows, and the gaps beneath service doors. No movement breaks the bright afternoon, and the marked path back to the dorm stays open.

The team reaches the dorm side entrance without incident. Charlie keeps watch until everyone and every supply bag is safely inside, then the door closes behind them.

Stabilize the refrigerated medication

The Biter recoils from the intense UV light.