Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse
Chapter 14: Survivors, Without the Eyes of a Tiger

Chapter 14: Survivors, Without the Eyes of a Tiger

Before he could think any more about the essence saturation information, his enhanced senses—which he had been trying to figure out how to control well—heard sounds from the floor below that snapped his attention wider.

"One on the left!!"

Dion was spattered in blood across his black clothes. All of the good scent that he had had on himself from his room had been banished by the foul stench of zombie blood.

Be that as it may, as soon as he had heard the sound of people, he turned on his heel quickly, heading down the flight of stairs.

’They sound young. They’re students as well!’

Relief eased the tension in his abs, as well as his shoulders.

He could finally perhaps learn a few things about what had happened while he was out!

Dropping himself down onto the second floor, Dion was greeted with a scene as bloody as those that he had left in his wake.

Zombie corpses were strewn across the floor, their blood swimming over the ground.

He felt a strange stirring in the air; it felt like an odd flow, and he immediately turned his head in the direction of its source as well as the voices.

"Four left, Glen take the two on the right!"

There were five students there; three of them were at the back with household weapons and empty backpacks over their shoulders.

The two at the front were where he was feeling that stirring in the air from.

Dion, in his jogging approach towards them, had his eyes widened slightly.

He watched as they used what he was convinced—from the sensation—should be abilities, one taking the two on the right and the other the two on the left of them.

They weren’t obvious uses because it had not been as if they fired off magic; however, the one who had a golf club in his hands, Glen, had wrapped the club in some shimmering blue light, and the object did far more damage than it should have without being damaged at all.

The other one’s body, wrapped in a similarly pale blue light, suddenly increased its speed.

They were headed down towards the staircase at the end of the hall, as the second floor did not have a staircase directly connected to the ones that he had used that ran down the middle.

However, what they didn’t notice was that from behind them, there were bangs against the door resounding through.

Zombies were trying to break out of one of the rooms behind them.

Dion’s eyes focused, and he did not shout to alert them.

The bangs increased in intensity, thudding, drumming, and then suddenly, three zombies burst out.

The students who were towards the back of their group were stunned into awareness, snapping their attention towards the back of their group.

All of their expressions were mangled with varying shades of fear mixed with disgust.

"They’re here! Help!

"Zombies were in the other room!"

"Oh god no! Glen, help!" One of the women in the group screamed the loudest amongst them, her feet desperately carrying her to a run.

The others followed soon after her.

The two boys that were leading them had been briefly distracted in their fights with their remaining zombies, and the one that had been called for especially had desperately torn his attention from the one that he had been fighting.

At the same time, Dion had increased his pace from a jog into a run.

The zombies had strangely, for whatever disgustingly off-putting reason, entirely ignored the screaming girl and the group of other people.

They aimed towards him, and his eyes had widened a little at the sight of one that was especially large amongst them, at a height over two metres.

It trudged slower than them, but it was certainly more powerful.

’Of course they think that I’m the only meal worth any of their attention!’

With that thought, Dion, in his running, tore the metal casing off a fire hose reel mounted on the wall.

He skidded, slowing rapidly.

Then he whipped his arm forwards into the largest zombie. The metal casing crashed against its face, and he met the two more normal ones amongst them.

His bat skewered through the face of the first one. But he did not have the time to remove it before the other would grab hold of him.

Thus, he dragged himself backwards, pulling the zombie that he had just killed along with him, and he used it as a shield against the lunge of the second.

Dion kicked both of them back hard; they crashed against a door, and he heard someone scream from within it.

Then, he opened his palm and gripped; the fireplace poker appeared there within a red flashing moment as he stomped forwards.

His poker speared through the head of the second zombie, and at the same time he used his free hand to pull free the metal bat from its face.

He yanked out his poker as well, and without anything holding them up, they slobbered down the door, and through the hole, his red, predatory eyes stared down into the sight of students trembling against the far wall of their dimly lit room, only faintly illuminated by moonlight.

Dion spun on his heel quickly, and he swiftly dodged the attack of the large zombie.

Its fist shattered through the ground where he had stood, and from its face, blood splattered down as it roared to rise and face him.

As the zombie had been rising, Dion had lunged back forward, without waiting for it to gather itself.

This was a highly risky decision. He knew that with its size, it would be essentially game over for him if he were to be caught by the damn thing.

He would be eaten through and transform into one of their cursed kind, losing all opportunity to live through whatever this world had become and find his family.

But there was no other way for him to reach its head properly than to attack with enough power when it had lowered itself to kill him, for such were the woes of being the shorter one.

Thus, his hand drove the fireplace poker up from beneath its jaw, largely into its head; however, that did not kill it; it was still wrenching its head towards him.

At the same time, it had been, with its monstrous strength, lifting him off the ground.