Story 34: Glamorous Vendetta

The rain drizzled down, masking the sound of Alyssa's footsteps as she moved through the abandoned city. Her rifle, an extension of her arm, was always ready. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the surroundings for any sign of movement. The once-bustling metropolis was now a decaying wasteland, overrun by the undead.

"Logan, do you read me?" Alyssa's voice crackled over the radio.

"Crystal clear, Alyssa. I'm at the rendezvous point," Logan's deep voice responded.

Alyssa smirked, knowing Logan was always punctual. As she rounded a corner, she spotted him leaning against a crumbling wall, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Despite the dire situation, he managed to maintain an air of nonchalance.

"Nice of you to join the party," Logan teased, pushing off the wall to approach her.

"Couldn't miss it," Alyssa replied, a hint of warmth in her tone. "What's the plan?"