Story 328: The Return

The Alpha loomed closer, its glowing red eyes piercing through the haze. Andre stood his ground, finger on the trigger, waiting for the right moment. But before he could fire, an electric hum crackled through the air. The Alpha paused mid-stride, tilting its monstrous head as if sensing something.

Andre’s heart raced. The sound wasn’t natural—it was deliberate, sharp, and rhythmic. A voice followed, faint but clear, carried by the wind.

“Get down!”

Andre barely had time to react before a bolt of blue energy sliced through the air, striking the Alpha square in the chest. The beast roared in pain, stumbling backward as sparks danced across its armored frame. From the shadows, a figure emerged—clad in a torn but unmistakable red sweater dress, black leather harnesses glinting in the light.

It was Zara.

Andre’s rifle fell from his hands, clattering to the ground. “No way... No way.”