Story 511: Blood Red Alley

The dark alley was lit only by the flickering red glow of old lanterns, their light casting jagged shadows on the decaying walls. The eerie stillness was broken by the relentless moans of the undead. They shuffled forward in waves, their rotting bodies merging with the sinister aura of the crimson-lit street.

Captain Marcus Kane stood at the edge of the alley, his shotgun resting on his shoulder. "This isn’t just a horde," he muttered into his comms. "It’s a death trap. Brain, any intel on why they’re clustering here?"

Ethan "Brain" O’Connor’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "I’m picking up strange heat signatures in the area. It’s like they’re being drawn to something. Could be a nest or… something worse."

"Figures," Marcus muttered. He turned to the team. "We clear this alley and find out what’s luring them in. Blaze, you’re up first. Shield, stay close and cover her flank. Quick Shot, keep those rooftops clear."