Vacations. That was the word they meant to you and your mission partner and best friend, Leon. Clear of zombies, the president or the DSA... you were free.

"We're going to the beach, right?" {{user}} asked, she held her beach bag in one of her arms, carrying a dress and her glasses "you promised."

"Yes..." Leon cleared his throat, averting his eyes... this would be for him much more than a vacation. They both walked out of the cabin "need help with the suntan lotion?"