Air Gun
"Brother... i-it's almost over."
"I've already packed the bags. Relax and rest easy. I'll take a short break."
The black-haired man began thrusting his cock deep into the woman's tight anus.
"There... ah... there... no..."
With a single powerful thrust all the way to the hilt, the woman's entire body began to tremble violently. The black-haired man grabbed her by the hair and started pounding her even harder, his cock slamming into her like a club.
While she was still in that position, the key man moved downward and shoved his own cock straight into her pussy, instantly filling both holes. The sight of two cocks sliding in and out of her vagina and anus was brutally explicit.
Now both of them are just like porn actresses. Not that long ago they were probably normal people... or rather, pathetic losers. Looking at the woman's appearance, a loser like the key man would never even glance at her in the first place.
Both of them came on her face and belly at the same time and finished their work.
I pulled the crying woman up. What was scarier than rape was the fact that she might get killed like the others if she didn't cooperate.
"What relationship do you have with these guys? Are you a bar girl?"
"Huh? A-ah, no... I-I used to work as an info girl in a building on the main street..."
"Info?"
"I-I mean the information desk on the first floor of the building..."
"Aha. But why were you hanging out with those thugs?"
"It... it was just to survive... when I realized there was no one else around... and if I showed any reluctance they would force me... so I pretended to be the leader's girlfriend..."
She was curled up tightly with fear in her eyes. No tattoos, no visible scars. She was one of those ordinary women.
"Listen carefully. I'm not going to tie you up or lock you away. If any of us stay in this house, you can give your body as payment when we visit and share the food with you. Understand?"
"Y-yes..."
"Whether you leave here or stay, it's your choice. But if you tell anyone about us, I'll rip your eyes out and throw them to the other raiders. Got it?"
"I-I won't say anything... h-hic..."
I returned to the shelter, organized the food and weapons, and the group scattered to their own rooms.
The next day I summoned the black-haired man and the key woman along with the other three women.
"Remember the small vegetable patch on the balcony of the house we raided yesterday?"
"Yes, the one with just the elderly couple. I saw several like that. Things like lettuce and chives."
"Go to that house and learn how to grow them. Get some seeds or seedlings too. No matter how you think about it, the only way to get fresh vegetables is to grow them ourselves."
"I see... then shall we return the food we stole yesterday?"
"Hand it back doubled. That way I'll teach you properly. The amount we took wasn't that much anyway. Apologize politely. The women will be less wary if we go together."
"What if the old people don't cooperate?"
"Then we force them. The women will stay here anyway. We need to grow something even if it's just that."
"But... even if we grow it, it won't mature quickly, right?"
The key woman asked, and the black-haired man answered for me.
"I grew lettuce and chives when I was little. It takes more than a week, up to ten days or more, before they're edible."
"A week? Well, eating lettuce doesn't really fill you up, but getting fresh vegetables is important. We'll probably need to use more balconies from empty houses."
At my words, the three women all started chattering about how well they'd do.
"Okay. Then let's head out right now."
Preserved food might run out one day or become impossible to obtain. Self-sufficiency was the only real option.
I needed to do some scouting around here.
The biggest reason I came here was water. There was a river only five minutes away. I had to check if it was drinkable.
I grabbed my weapons, put on the helmet, put on the bulletproof vest I bought yesterday, and stepped outside.
The streets were quiet. Most people had died or left... they were probably hiding inside their houses.
Dead bodies were scattered along the roads. Some looked like they'd been robbed. Others looked like they'd starved to death. Birds and cats were picking at the corpses. Dogs that used to be pets were also eating the remains.
The corpses on the streets would be good food for the animals. Well, it was a good thing if the animals cleaned up the mess.
The river looked about knee-deep or shallower. It didn't look that clean, but it wasn't rotten enough to make me puke.
Right now there was still plenty of bottled water, but once it ran out, I could make a water purifier from the river water, filter out impurities, and boil it or use a filter.
At that moment, I heard a small motorcycle engine in the distance.
Was that a motorcycle? All vehicles and motorcycles should have stopped working after the storm, right?
I carefully moved toward the sound.
When I reached the relatively wide main road, I saw two motorcycles moving in the distance.
Those were the old Chinese delivery bikes. Before the storm, they were everywhere, the symbol of Chinese takeout delivery.
Two people on each bike, and they seemed to be carrying weapons too. The two bikes were gradually moving farther away.
Moving motorcycles... were they even working? The engines must have been weak.
Having any kind of transport was hopeful. It was still better than walking.
On my way back, I spotted a group of people in the distance.
There were five of them.
They were wearing backpacks and carrying simple weapons.
They were walking slowly somewhere. I didn't need to fight them, so I hid in the alley and waited.
But something felt off. A strange tension filled the air.
Yet they were quietly talking and laughing... too calm.
I sensed killing intent from somewhere... and a very faint sound from another place. I turned toward it.
Next to the wall in front of them, another man was hiding. He was watching the group ahead.
He was holding a gun and aiming at them. It looked like a long shotgun.
- BANG!
The sound ripped through the air. It wasn't the sound of a normal gun. It was the distinctive pop of an air gun.
One of the people in front fell forward screaming.
The man with the gun quickly pulled back the barrel, loaded a pellet, and aimed again. That was how the air gun reloaded.
He fired again. One of the startled men dropped to his knees, clutching his leg.
"T-there's a gun! Run!"
Their panicked shouts echoed.
He pulled back the barrel again and reloaded. The reloading looked uncomfortable, but he was skilled and finished it fast. Three or four seconds?
Even as he yelled for them to run, another one fell.
The remaining two started running for their lives, limping.
One seemed unconscious, the other was injured, but the man calmly reloaded and fired again. The hit man collapsed and screamed.
The man walked over to the fallen bodies and put a bullet in each of their heads to confirm they were dead.
He searched their bags for a moment, slung them over his shoulder, and walked away.
It was the satisfied look of a hunter who had just finished his kill.
Just not in a forest. The target had simply changed from animals to humans.
It was a slaughter scene, but my eyes gleamed with greed.
While the killing power was weaker than a gun with gunpowder, anyone who could survive a hit from it was rare.
The stopping power and destructive power were low, but if it hit the chest, organs, or head, it could kill in one shot.
Should I attack now? No, the area was too open. If he was skilled, I'd be the one hit first.
I was wearing the helmet and vest, but I couldn't guarantee bulletproofing.
The impact would probably be stronger than a bolt, but I couldn't judge how much.
I followed from a distance, looking for an opening.
But the man stopped in front of a house on a nearby street and went inside.
What were these houses called... luxury villas? It was a villa, but a bigger, more upscale one.
The man entered a two-story house. I moved toward the windows and climbed the wall, scaling up to the second floor.
I grabbed the railing on the first floor, jumped, grabbed the second floor railing, and pulled myself up lightly.
There were curtains on the windows, but I could see inside through the small gaps. I pushed the window slightly, but it was locked from inside.
What I could see was the living room.
The man from earlier was there, and on the table in front of him was a young woman naked and bent over.
The naked woman's arms were tied to the table legs, locking her body in place. She was the one he had captured.
The man drank a can of beer and walked over to her, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head slightly.
"Haak..."
She was young, but quite beautiful. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the table, but they looked quite large.
He reached with his other hand between her legs. Her expression twisted in pain. The man who was groping her breasts and pussy at the same time buried his face in her ass and stuck his tongue inside.
He soon took off his pants and started thrusting into the woman on the table from behind.
The man looked to be in his fifties. His jaw was covered in rough, short stubble, and his large belly swayed.
The woman was moaning in agony.
This was the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.
I moved along the railing, checking the other windows. One window was open.
It was the window in the small room. I carefully opened the window and entered.
Inside the room was the corpse of a young man, lying in the corner. There were gunshot wounds and blood everywhere. What the hell...?
I quietly slid the door open. In the kitchen of the living room, the naked woman's body was faintly visible. To aim at him, I needed to move closer.
I moved quietly and approached.
At that moment, the bent-over woman spotted me first and her eyes widened in shock.
Instantly the man noticed and grabbed the gun from beside him like lightning. I quickly aimed my air gun and fired.
- CRACK!
- Pff...
My head rang heavily, and I felt the broken pieces of my helmet flowing down my hair.
I instinctively backed away, but because of the shock, I couldn't hear properly.
While my head was still ringing, I picked up the window frame and looked at the man.