After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Assistance
To be honest, since spending so much time with these weak Gugu birds, Rona and Mogi had forgotten what it was like to be around the true strongmen.

There were dozens of strong monsters that plagued the territory, but it only took about half an hour for the team to deal with the monsters, including the weaker monsters attracted later on.

Further, sometime when they were dealing with the monsters, the outer walls had also been repaired by the lord (wherever he was), so, fortunately, no more losses happened after that.

Soon, the sound of monsters disappeared, and people realized they only heard sobs and cries.

They—who had been terrified to look up to see the sights—finally lifted their heads.

When they saw that all the monsters had been dealt with and their protective walls had finally been fixed, the people couldn’t help but kneel down in relief.

There were also plenty of people who were near the saviors and were determined to express their gratitude in one way or another.

“Thank you, thank you!” The cries of a person echoed, amongst many others, holding a team member in tears.

“Er… it’s not much, really…” It was an embarrassed Luis, who was carrying said crying person.

They were currently heading to one of the residential buildings refurbished as an infirmary by Vanessa and Turbo.

Jake, who was walking next to him, cackled at his embarrassment until a teenage girl suddenly threw herself at him.

“Mister… mister soldier…” she mumbled looking soft and sweet, but the spiky-haired soldier couldn’t help but cringe. She didn’t seem to notice this though and was intent on expressing her love, er, gratitude. “Thank you for saving me…”

His eyes twitched. “It was nothing, I’d do it even if it was anyone else.”

“Don’t say that sir! Don’t be shy!”

Jake cringed. He was not a pedo, okay? Even if he was only around 5 years older than this girl, he liked curvaceous mature women!!

And he didn’t want them so clingy!

His steps unconsciously hastened, and this time it was Luis who was cackling.

The little girl following Jake was called Yiyi, a nineteen-year-old high school student. She was an orphan since as far as she could remember, and this was the first time she expressed herself like this.

Even at a young age, she was one who managed to support herself through hard work and she had never known how to depend on someone else.

When the zombie apocalypse began, she was in cram school, trying to study for the unified college entrance exams in an attempt to change the course of her life.

She worked very, very, hard. Even if she was a little late in starting compared with her peers, she managed to get to that step, how could she fail?

She had worked so hard, to the point of nosebleed. Who knew these very same nosebleeds would almost get her killed, by her own classmates who turned to zombies!

In her panic, she accidentally killed her zombie deskmate by pushing her out the open window.

She inexplicably activated the ‘system’ with space, which was awesome, but there were too many zombies and she was surrounded. She couldn’t put it into use at all.

She hid in the classroom cabinet for the whole twenty-four hours, relying on a bottle of water to feed herself until the supposed salvation—the Migration—came to take them away.

She transferred with a group of over 200 people of different ages and sizes, and for a moment she felt like everything was finally going to be okay.

However, in less than 5 minutes after they landed, they heard ominous rustles of leaves and growls around them.

A score of monsters attacked them that time and they immediately lost half of their number.

Right in front of her, she saw a kid beheaded with a bite and an old woman dragged into the mob. She couldn’t help but puke out the contents of her stomach—which was miserably mostly water—a lot of which ended up on her own shirt.

Anyway, the mob was settled after a great many deaths and injuries, and Yiyi happened to be among the lucky ones.

It was just that the dangers were never-ending. Not just from monsters, but from each other as well.

Among the survivors after that mob were a lot of men. Unluckily, half of these men found the new world to really be their salvation—a place where they could do whatever the hell they wanted.

Fortunately for her, she was not only unsightly all the way back in Terran due to her nosebleed and zombie goo (and now, the vomit), but when monsters attacked she was thrown to the ground a lot making her look like a dirty-but-tall kid.

This also had a lot to do with her non-existent breasts.

Anyway, she managed to follow this group from the edges and used her intuition to survive all the way to this territory.

She could not afford any of the dwellings or the standard food, but it was already very good. She was an orphan and was used to taking care of herself. Even when she had nothing, as long as there was forageable food, she could survive.

She strutted along the edges of the territory, keeping herself away from any people of power. She kept herself alive by picking up stones, wood, and plants. This went on for many weeks until—

[Occupation obtained! Forager.]

[Gather (E): Obtain 10% more of resources when skill is used. Passive skill.]

It made her entire week.

Anyway, this new skill let her earn a bit more every day and, after some time, she stepped into a little improvement in her lifestyle.

She was also very stingy with herself. She built her own shed and dug her own toilets, and she only bought food from the restaurant once every three days.

With this skill, she managed to save up a bit to be able to buy water from the well to get a good bath. She had kept her used PE uniform tucked in space as a change of clothes back in Terran and now she would finally get to wear it again.

She wanted to meet the new month with a refreshed look. Anyway, with her thin body, she doubted anyone would be interested in her.

So, she did clean up herself, and she felt refreshed, like a clean woman.

She proudly went to the village center, planning to treat herself in the restaurant that day. This time, no one would look at her with such disgusted eyes.

It was just that on her way to the restaurant, a commotion exploded.

Apparently, after a month of struggling, the safe zone was attacked and she could only count herself (very) unlucky.