Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse

Simon walked toward his car, his boots crunching on the gravel beneath him.

His hands were stained with blood — Zombie blood, the deep red color that was starting to dry on his skin.

He carried four kegs — three of them had belonged to people who'd been unfortunate enough to get caught by the outbreak.

He didn't know who they were, didn't care. All he knew was that their bodies had been left behind, converted into mindless creatures that were killed by the man.

But the fuel in those kegs could still be useful.

He glanced over at the kegs, considering the risk. Too many of them and his car could explode if there was even the slightest leak or spark.

But it wasn't like he had much of a choice.

There was no one else to haul the fuel, and every bit of it could come in handy for what he had planned next.

His mind briefly wandered to the remnants of the battle he'd just fought, the endless struggle for survival, but he pushed it aside.

 It wasn't helpful to think about things that would just eat at him.

As he reached his car, he spotted her. The young woman. The coder he had saved earlier from the Manager with the Computer.

She was standing outside the car, her posture stiff, as though unsure whether to approach him or run.

Her body was green, not the sickly shade of the typical Zombies, but enough to make Simon pause and take notice.

The lack of the usual rotting odor was the first thing that struck him. She didn't reek of death. And when he looked into her eyes — those deep crimson eyes — he didn't see the mindless crazed madness of the undead.

She seemed... different. Maybe even sane.

His gaze flickered across her face, and for a second, he felt something in his chest tighten. Her beauty was undeniable.

Her long black hair framed her face, and her eyes held a depth that seemed to speak of a life still lived.

But it was her greenish skin that made her different. She wasn't fully like them, not like the mindless monsters that had overtaken the world.

"Hello," she stuttered, her voice hesitant but not hostile. Her body language was defensive, like she was bracing for something.

Simon didn't stop walking. Whether she was a threat or not didn't matter. In this world, everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Sup," he said, his voice carrying a nonchalance he didn't feel. His hair was a mess, wild and tangled from the battle.

His clothes were torn and stained with blood, his eyes squinted as though he was constantly on guard, even when there was no immediate danger.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the pounding reminder that he was still alive despite the madness that surrounded him.

The young woman took a small step back, pressing her back against the car door. She seemed nervous, uncomfortable, but Simon didn't blame her.

After everything that had happened to her, it was no surprise. She was alone in this hellish world, with only a stranger for company.

"Thank you for saving me," she said, her voice quieter now. "I really appreciate it."

Simon nodded, his gaze flickering to her as he opened the trunk of his car. The kegs of fuel needed to be secured, but his mind was still half on her, trying to gauge her intentions.

He didn't trust people easily — not anymore. This world had taught him to be suspicious of everyone.

He placed one of the kegs in the trunk, moving efficiently despite the exhaustion gnawing at him.

He couldn't afford to be weak — not now. Not when he had so many responsibilities. His eyes never left the young woman, though. He couldn't help it.

There was something about her that didn't feel right... in a way that made him uneasy but not immediately dangerous.

"A lot of things happened while you were in dreamland," Simon said flatly, as he grabbed another keg and set it down in the trunk. "This world's a mess. If you want somewhere to stay, you can get in the car. It's not much, but it's better than wandering around out here alone."

He didn't wait for her to respond.

His voice was practical, detached.

He slipped into the driver's seat of the car, quickly inserting the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life with a familiar hum, and he adjusted the rearview mirror before glancing back at the young woman.

She was still standing there, her hands clutched tightly at her sides, as though weighing her options. He could feel the tension in the air, the uncertainty hanging between them.

"C'mon," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I'm not gonna bite you."

She hesitated for a moment longer before slowly stepping toward the passenger side. Simon kept his eyes on the road ahead, but he could feel her gaze on him as she slid into the seat behind him.

He didn't acknowledge it. There was no need for small talk. No need to pretend that things were anything close to normal.

He knew better.

Once she was inside, Simon started to pull away from the abandoned lot where he'd parked.

The streets were empty, the world outside the car looking eerily quiet. A couple of blocks away, he could see a few figures stumbling in the distance — probably Zombies. He wasn't in the mood to deal with them right now.

The silence stretched between them as he drove, the low hum of the engine and the occasional rattle of debris outside the only sounds.

She broke it, her voice soft but clear. "What now? What's the plan?"

Simon didn't respond right away. He had a plan, sure. But he wasn't about to lay it all out for her, not when he didn't even know her name.

"For now, we get out of here," he said finally, keeping his focus on the road ahead. "After that, we'll figure it out."

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