He steadied his hand on the gun, his focus absolute. The zombies below had lost sight of him, making them easy targets.
Their groans echoed in the still air, but Simon's crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, sharp and focused.
With each movement, he sharpened his senses, becoming one with his surroundings. The silence of the moment was almost suffocating, but it worked to his advantage.
One by one, Simon pulled the trigger.
The first shot rang out, reverberating through the street. The bullet collided with a zombie's head, and it collapsed instantly, lifeless.
His next shot found its mark, and then another. The rhythm of the gunshots became almost hypnotic as the zombies dropped one after another, the air filling with the sound of bodies hitting the ground.
With every pull of the trigger, the tension that had been building inside him seemed to release, like letting out a long-held breath.
