Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse-Chapter 30: Human Hunting (II)

"Are they humans?" Simon muttered quietly under his breath as he crouched near the window.

His sharp crimson eyes narrowed as he studied the figures moving in the shadows outside.

There wasn’t just one, or two — there were at least five, no ten people creeping around the perimeter of the mansion.

He clicked his tongue. "I might’ve chosen a place that’s not ideal for one survivor, but it’s perfect for a gang."

The statement, though made with a sense of humor, was loaded with the reality he now had to deal with.

This was no longer a world for solitude. He’d known that from the start, but it didn’t make it any easier.

His fingers brushed over the smooth surface of his rifle that lay on the counter. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

It was comforting to feel it in his hands, even more so in moments like this. Simon knew he had to act fast.

He moved quickly, but silently, to the front window, ensuring the men outside wouldn’t spot him. The place was still and quiet, with not even a hint of wind to stir the air. Too quiet.

"Let’s see who’s foolish enough to try their luck," he whispered to himself, his voice a low growl that barely disturbed the air.

The men were spread out now, cautiously moving across the grounds as though they were unaware of the predator watching them.

Simon’s eyes zeroed in on the leader of the group, who was positioned slightly ahead of the others.

He was tall, imposing, and from his posture, Simon could tell he was the one calling the shots.

The rest of the gang followed him without question, but their confidence was beginning to wane as they ventured closer to the mansion’s borders. Simon’s gaze hardened.

"Perfect," he muttered.

The rifle was steady in his hands, the world outside sharp and clear in his sight.

Simon knew what he was doing.

His senses — sharpened beyond that of any human — allowed him to pick out the smallest details, to watch their movements with eerie precision.

The leader’s back was turned, his attention fixated on the surrounding area. This was it. His time.

Simon’s finger hovered over the trigger. The moment stretched out in front of him like an eternity, but he wasn’t shaken.

He was calm, calculating. It was a simple matter of aim and execution. With a soft exhale, Simon squeezed the trigger.

The shot rang out.

It was a clean hit. The leader of the group crumpled to the ground without a sound, a single bullet piercing his skull.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. The remaining men froze, staring in disbelief at their fallen leader. There was no time to mourn, no time to process.

Simon had already moved, repositioning himself to take down the next target.

They hadn’t even seen him coming.

Simon fired again. Another man dropped, the bullet tearing through the air and embedding itself into his skull.

Blood sprayed as his body fell, and Simon could feel the rush of exhilaration coursing through his veins.

He hadn’t expected such a clean shot, but he took it anyway. Why not? These men weren’t even worthy of a fight.

The others stood still, unsure of what to do, their shock momentarily stalling them.

But Simon didn’t wait. He aimed and shot again, one after another, without hesitation. Another man crumpled to the floor. Then another.

The confusion among the remaining five was palpable, their eyes wide, searching for the source of the attack. But it was too late. Simon was already several steps ahead.

[You have started a Kill Streak]

The message flashed briefly in his mind, but Simon barely registered it. He wasn’t concerned with the details of the screen.

The thrill of the kill. It was something Simon had grown accustomed to since the apocalypse had torn the world apart.

The remaining five men panicked. They ran toward the fences, desperate to escape. It was laughable.

Simon smiled to himself, savoring the moment. They thought they could outrun him. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

With quick, calculated movements, he repositioned himself, taking aim once again.

His heart rate remained steady, his focus unwavering. The rifle’s weight was nothing to him now; it was an extension of his body, a part of him.

He fired again. One more down. Then another. With each shot, another body hit the ground. The remaining three barely had a chance to turn around before they too fell under Simon’s precision fire.

One by one, they all fell.

The silence returned, this time with a heavier weight. Simon lowered the rifle, taking a moment to glance out the window.

His sharp gaze swept over the bodies of the fallen men, all lifeless now. There was no emotion in his eyes — only the cold satisfaction of a job well done.

"Well, that wasn’t hard," he muttered, almost to himself, a half-smile curling up at the edges of his lips.

Simon wasn’t bragging. There was no need to.

It was just a statement of fact. It had never been difficult for him. Killing had become second nature in this world.

The other survivors, were easy targets for someone like him — someone who was no longer entirely human, someone who had become the apex predator of this new, broken world.

He took another look at the bodies outside, ensuring there were no survivors. Satisfied, he blew lightly on the tip of the rifle barrel to cool it down.

His gaze shifted to the darkness beyond, where the world lay still and quiet. He felt the familiar tug of adrenaline slowly fading, leaving only the dull ache of something more profound.

Survival was all that mattered. But Simon also knew that there would always be more of them. More people to fight, more threats to eliminate. The hunt never stopped.

With a final glance at the window, Simon turned and walked away. There was no point in dwelling on the aftermath. It was time to focus on what came next. Time to find new targets, new challenges.