Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse-Chapter 50: Acid Rain (II)

One thing about these Zombies with intelligence was that... they were far more dangerous than the mindless ones.

A regular Zombie, as brutal as they were, could regenerate from nearly any damage unless you took off its head.

But these Zombies? They knew their weaknesses. And that made all the difference.

The room felt thick with tension, the kind that clung to the air like a heavy fog. The storm outside raged with a fury that seemed to match the intensity of the creature in front of him.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the room in brief, electric bursts.

For a second, Simon locked eyes with the Zombie. Its pupils were an unsettling shade of yellow — sharp, calculating, intelligent.

Not like the rabid hunger of a typical undead. This thing was aware, and that made it all the more terrifying.

Simon tightened his grip on the knife in his hand, he had taken it out of his pocket, his heartbeat drumming in his chest.

Then, in an instant, it moved.

The Zombie lunged at him with unnatural speed, its fangs bared and a savage snarl escaping its throat.

Drool dripped from the edges of its lips, the kind of primal hunger that made his skin crawl.

Every fiber of his being screamed to react, and his body obeyed. He ducked low, narrowly avoiding the swipe of its jagged claws.

In the fraction of a second that it took for the Zombie to recover, Simon moved. The beast’s claws raked down the wall next to him, leaving deep gouges in the plaster.

He saw his chance and didn’t hesitate. His fist rocketed out, connecting with the Zombie’s face with a sickening thud. The creature staggered backward, its head snapping back at the force of the blow.

Simon didn’t wait.

He used his foot to sweep the Zombie’s legs from underneath it. It crashed to the ground with a thundering thud, but the battle was far from over.

He couldn’t afford to relax — not even for a moment.

The Zombie wasn’t done yet. It reeled back and lashed out with its foot, delivering a powerful kick straight to Simon’s stomach.

The air exploded from his lungs as the impact drove him backward. His body slammed into the edge of a kitchen counter with a painful crack.

Pain shot through his spine, but he barely had time to register it before the Zombie was on him again.

"Fuck," Simon hissed, gritting his teeth against the pain. He had healed from the acid rain earlier, but that didn’t mean his body was still irritated.

His ribs throbbed from the impact. The last thing he needed was to get cocky and let his guard down. The Zombie was too quick for that.

He forced himself upright, pushing through the discomfort. The Zombie was charging again, its mouth wide open, ready to sink its teeth into his flesh.

Simon didn’t even hesitate. He had to end this fast before it got any worse.

The moment the Zombie lunged, he parried its outstretched hand with a swift move. The strength behind the Zombie’s attack surprised him, but he didn’t back down.

He clenched his other fist, a surge of adrenaline flooding his veins, and drove it into the Zombie’s face.

The punch landed with a sickening crack. The Zombie’s nose shattered under the force, and it stumbled back, disoriented. And without hesitation, he stabbed the knife right into the creature’s forehead, again and again.

Simon didn’t give it a chance to recover. He grabbed the creature by the skull, his grip tightening around its slick, decaying flesh.

He dragged it toward the front door, its thrashing becoming more frantic as it struggled to break free. But Simon’s grip was unyielding.

He wrenched open the door with his shoulder, throwing the creature out into the storm. The cold acid rain hissed as it came into contact with the Zombie’s body.

The creature’s skin sizzled as the corrosive liquid burned into it, but it didn’t scream. No, it didn’t scream.

Instead, it howled — a guttural, agonized cry that echoed through the night.

Simon slammed the door shut behind him, breathing heavily as he backed away from the wood. His hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the lingering tension in his body.

His chest heaved with the effort, and his heart was still racing. The fight had taken a toll on him. The adrenaline was beginning to ebb, leaving him feeling drained and raw.

For a moment, the house was silent. No more scraping claws or snarls.

The Zombie was gone, dispatched into the storm, but Simon couldn’t shake the feeling that there would be more. There always were more.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, wiping away the sweat that had collected there. His breath was shallow, but it was steadying now.

He had to stay alert. He couldn’t afford to get comfortable — not with creatures like that on the loose.

Simon glanced down at his hands, still gripping the knife. It was slick with the creature’s blood, and the faintest tremor ran through his fingers as he set it down on the kitchen counter.

The room was dark, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning. The storm outside had not let up. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse.

But Simon wasn’t going to sit back and wait for the storm to pass. He knew better than that.

Simon moved around the house, checking the windows. He made sure everything was locked and secure, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. More weapons, more tools, more ways to protect himself.

"Doesn’t my heritage as a Vampire grant me with some skills?" He wondered under his breath, he didn’t only need to be physically active - he’d read books, Vampires ought to have some magical abilities too.

And just when he doubted it... the System popped up in front of him.

[Congratulations, You have killed 50 Zombies]

[You have unlocked Skill: Blood Burst]

"Why do I feel like this skill will drain from my blood?" He muttered, with a sigh.