A/N: Got into Dying Light recently, and there may not be many stories for the game even though it's very good, this popped into my head after seeing the vial option for the Following DLC. There's definitely something you can do after that. And I'm going to try and do it. Hope all readers enjoy.

"First, I'll kill you bitch," Crane growled as he turned to his side. "And I'll save my friends. And you can rot in hell." These vials were the cure. This is exactly what everyone needed to survive. He just had to make it.

Stuffing each of the vials in his pocket, Crane rose to his feet. But his vision immediately became blurry and his head started spinning like he was spun in circles. But he had to make it. He could rest later. After everyone was safe. After Camden had all the time he needed to cure everyone.

"Come on Crane. Go," he thought furiously as he stumbled down the hall. Then he fell. Images filled his visions. Images relating to the mother. Paintings, her volatile face. He had to lean on an object for support. Everything was just so blurry...

"You can't change anything Kyle," the mother's voice rang in his head.

"What's happening to me?" Crane asked aloud.

"You'll see for yourself..." the mother trailed as if answering his question. The thought itself only frustrated him.

"I killed you... I fucking killed you!" Crane exclaimed, struggling to get to his feet.

"This is a poison..."

"It's not a poison!" Crane said, fishing a vial out of his pocket. "It's a cure!" It was a cure that everyone needed. And they were going to get it if he had anything to say about it. They needed to know just in case. They needed... to know. He got on his communicator.

"Lena? Lena, I'm coming back with the medicine," Crane said, dragging himself forward. "We'll be able to help everyone now! Tell Camden that he has all the time in the world now..."

Everything was changing; distorting. Everything was so blurry...

"No!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Tell him that we have a new lead... a better one..." More visions.

At this point he was crawling. But all he knew was that he had to keep going. Don't stop. Get there.

But everything was so blurry... So very blurry... was he even going the right way? Where was he going?

Crane almost wanted to smash his head against the walls. These visions... that damned chemical the Mother dosed him with... it still wouldn't stop him. Nothing would stop him.

"Finally!" he thought as he made it to the surface. Everything was clear now. And he was glad for it. Now to get to Lena and the others.

"Where am I?" Crane thought aloud, looking around. He had to get to Lena. He had to make sure that the vials got to her. Everything was wonderfully clear now.

On the playground in front of him, he saw a woman with her two kids. He hopped down and started to make his way towards them. Everyone had to know, right? If everyone was almost out of Antizin, everyone needed to know. But then they looked toward him...

Visions.

And screamed.

They were looking directly at him, and screaming. Crane didn't understand why. He didn't think there were any zombies behind him, were there?

"What's going on?" he questioned, putting a hand out in front of him. And that's when he saw it.

His hands... they... they weren't his hands. Images of mutated jaws reaching for his face while hands held his down filled his vision. Unpleasant memories from nighttime runs. But... this wasn't right. They looked like they were his hands. What was this? What... why was this happening?

They were still screaming. Terrified by the monster that was standing in front of him. The mother stood in front of her children to protect them from this monster.

"No! I'm not a monster! I'm Kyle Crane! I'm trying to help people!" he thought to himself furiously as he looked up. He still had his mind. He wasn't a mindless monster. And all he had to do was tell them that. If they didn't haul ass as soon as he got near them.

He tried to speak, but suddenly, in the center of his mind, something spoke. Something foreign. Something... evil.

"Kill them... Rip them... Tear them..." the voice said. What Crane wasn't expecting was the feeling, or rather, the need to comply. The feeling of light against his body was gone. Daylight was gone. Night was coming.

His vision went back to the mother and her children, and a snarl unwilling came from his jaws. He ran towards them, suddenly spurred on with energy, his hands ready to rip them apart. The screams got louder.

"Stop it! This is not who I am!" Crane screamed in his mind, causing him to stop in his tracks. He tightened his fists as he struggled to fight the urge that lay in within him. He needed to get away. He needed to... figure this out. But then he looked at the family before him and uttered one word.

"Run!" The yell of the word was strained and anguished, but it was loud. And no one could mistake the word for what it was. It was a word that the three people in front of him took to heart. They bolted immediately. But soon after, there was a loud howl that rang across the night sky. The howl of the nightmares. And it was his howl.

A/N: Like it so far? I'm working on getting everything together. I don't expect this story to last too long, but who knows? I might be able to pull a decent size out of this. I see at least one person interested in this, I'll continue it.