Hiding a House in the Apocalypse

The enemy is approaching in a scattered formation.

At a distance of 200 meters, no, 180 meters.

The stones I set up earlier mark their exact distance.

There are about twenty of them, relying on their numbers to push forward all at once.

They look threatening at first glance, but I’m not so sure.

They have armored vehicles—why aren’t they using them?

Even though the rain, fog, and night create a special situation, is it normal for them to walk slowly across an open field with no cover like that?

Even worse, those low-level Awakened must know I’m already observing them from the roof.

Could it be that they’re still using me as their training target?

It’s a significant miscalculation.

Even in a time when firing a single shot means having to stop and reload for a minute, this is the age of automatic rifles capable of mass destruction.

If these were real soldiers, at least ones with combat experience, they wouldn’t be using such tactics. They would be suppressing my movements with machine gun fire and pushing forward with their forces.

Especially our trained hunters, who are monsters in this kind of battle.

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I base my next actions on the enemy’s position and speed, predicting their path, while waiting for the thunder and lightning that’s coming.

Thunder strikes every minute or even less, right above our heads.

As expected.

A flash of light brightens the world.

In the next moment, I step out from behind cover, aiming at the line of sight that lies on the boundary of light and shadow, just before the aftershocks of the lightning fade.

The time between judgment and pulling the trigger is a mere instant.

Bang!

The gunshot coincidentally lines up with—

Boom!

The thunder that strikes the sky.@@novelbin@@

I see a man fall, barely catching the edge of my vision, and quickly retreat back behind cover.

Whooosh---

The intense wind scatters the heavy raindrops in all directions.

Within that chaos, I hear no screams or shouts.

It doesn’t matter.