Dying Light 2: Volatile Virus

The night was alive with the howls of the infected, their guttural screams echoing through the ruined city. Aiden had learned to tune it out—after all, this was just another night in Villedor. But then, something changed.

A shadow moved.

It wasn't like a Volatile—there was something different about it. More calculated. More aware.

Aiden's eyes snapped toward a distant rooftop, and that's when he saw it.

Perched atop a crumbling building, crouched in absolute stillness, was something he had never seen before.

Its body was hunched, yet its movements were unnervingly fluid, shifting slightly as if constantly adjusting its balance. The creature's skin was dark, almost blending into the night itself, with eerie, faintly glowing veins pulsing across its body. Its muscles were tight, coiled like a predator ready to strike.

And then it sniffed.

Its chest expanded, head tilting slightly as if tasting the air. The way it moved was unnatural—both crawling and slinking forward on elongated limbs, its posture shifting between human and beast. It was searching. Tracking. Focused.

Aiden barely breathed.

Then—suddenly—the creature froze. Its entire body stiffened, locking onto something in the distance.

Then it roared.

The sound was deeper, louder, more primal than any Volatile's scream Aiden had ever heard. It wasn't just a growl—it was a war cry, something that sent a chill down his spine.

Before Aiden could react, the creature launched itself off the rooftop.

It didn't just leap—it hurled itself forward, its body twisting mid-air with terrifying precision. It vanished into the darkness, and for a moment, there was only silence.

Then—movement.

Aiden's breath hitched as he spotted a survivor sprinting in the distance, desperately trying to escape. He wasn't fast enough.

From the shadows, the creature struck.

Dark, writhing tendrils shot from its arms—not hands, but open, gaping maws where fingers should have been, stretched unnaturally wide like jagged, living weapons. The tendrils lashed out, wrapping around the survivor's body like a noose.

The man barely had time to scream before he was yanked to the ground, trapped.

Aiden's heart pounded. He watched, helpless, as the creature retrieved its tendrils, pulling itself forward like a harpoon reeling in prey. It closed the distance in an instant, its body slamming down over the survivor with terrifying speed.

Then—one final, swift motion.

Its jaws clamped down on the survivor's neck.

Blood exploded like a fountain, spraying across the pavement in a gruesome arc. The man's body convulsed once, then went limp.

Aiden remained frozen, his mind racing. What the hell was that?

This wasn't a Volatile. It was something worse.