(The Streets)

Simon had dug himself in on top of the highest rooftop he could find.
He had a camoflauge netting strung over his position, not your typical military issued, this netting was something he fabricated to look like sheets of metal and debris scattered.
He looked down the scope of the Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle.
Simon was hunting  mutated beasts or humanoids, whichever came first in his view.
It started off with a nice cool crisp morning hike, and now by midday, the heat was getting unbearable as he laid here in this position. Waiting. 
Simon was used to that, the waiting game, but this time would be different.
He had hung a fresh leg of lamb from a lightpole several hundred yards away.
"Tic tock ,tic tock"