After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Fighting Back (Part 2)
While this was ongoing, a certain former-reporter had been looking outside, her orbs looking sharply for something. She was completely unaffected by the yells behind her—yells that resembled pigs for slaughter.

She did not care about those men—she needed to find someone else. She was aptly watching outside, hoping to find that bastard!

She had been following his assignments even before the war, and she recognized two of these men as his teammates. This meant that he must also be in an area!

Maybe he’d even pass by here as well! Knowing him, he would definitely save his own ass—even if it meant bringing down everybody else!

Minutes passed and the woman frowned, considering going outside and hunting for him herself. She might not be very strong, but maybe—just maybe—she’d find her half-dead somewhere! Maybe the heavens would hear her wish and let her take his life with her own hands!

She was just about to lose hope of stumbling on him when someone emerged, entering their narrow street. Her eyes widened and she immediately ran to Kyle.

“One more,” Vivian said, shaking. “Please. Let us take that one.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rose as he looked outside to see the person she was referring to.

It was Peko, one of the stronger individuals who had reached level 9. He was dragging himself across the streets and he had a major injury on one of his arms.

Wasn’t he the captain? What’s he doing abandoning his men?

Ah, well, no one can expect anything from him. Kyle narrowed his eyes and watched the man, trying to find the best way to deal with him.

“Well?” Vivian asked. She looked apologetic but also impatient. Kyle understood her completely.

“Well, I can’t guarantee we’ll get him,” he said. Kyle looked at him, worried. After all, this was not like the ones they had been dealing with. Not to mention, Kyle himself was only level 7. “But we can try.”

Despite the worries, he took out his bow and arrow anyway. One less jerk like this on the street meant countless of lives saved.

Kyle pulled the bow, following his figure as he traversed. He had gone past their house now and Vivian was naturally getting worried. Kyle didn’t dare shoot willy-nilly. As a captain, he naturally had more equipment than others.

He could tell his shirt was a Class D equipment and his pants were Class E equipment. He probably got them from pandering to the mercenaries. Or worse, selling or pimping out citizens for favor.

His eyes zoned in on possible weaknesses and— timing perfectly—he hit him right at the heel.

Before the apocalypse, Kyle was in the running to join the national team for archery. His coach and more than half his teammates became zombies before the event—so he didn’t know if he even made it to the team—but he was still way better than the others.

Swoosh!

“GAHHH!”

They watched as Peko dropped down the floor, yelling, and trying to get the arrow off.

Whoosh! Another came and hit his hand, keeping him from doing so!

“AHHH! MOTHERF–”

Vivian’s eyes brightened as she went out with a few big men and dragged him back with others by holding his feet.

Peko gasped as he was dragged along the rough floor, his face rubbing on the surface below. “Whwat! ARGHH!”

The next thing he knew the surface changed to the standard wood flooring and when he was turned, the first thing he saw was a blade held to his face by his favorite news anchor.

“You—!”

“Hello, Peko,” Vivian said, eyes red. “How nice to see you in that state.”

He was held down on both arms. He struggled and had freed a few arms, but was quickly held down by another. One even focused on his wounds, making him scream.

“Stop struggling, Peko,” Vivian said, and started with her attacks.

He could only watch as she stabbed his only good hand left. She then proceeded to stab several more parts of him, including her most hated part—his crotch.

“GYAAHHHH!”

Vivian’s eyes turned red as she tortured him, hurting him not just for herself but also for her husband who must have suffered a lot under him. They had no access to the slaves for now, but she knew he must still be suffering now!

Stab! Stab! Stab!

“AHGH! BITCH! STOP! AHH!”

Peko felt his unconscious slipping due to the extreme pain and as he lost pints after pints of blood. He glared at Vivian, unreconciled he would be killed in such an embarrassing way!

Using his remaining energy, he spoke words that he knew would hurt her. “What’s the use of this?! Your husband is dead!”

This made her pause. With red eyes, she looked at him. “What?” She mumbled, shakily pointing the knife on his neck. “Don’t think you’ll escape this—”

“Oh I know,” Peko said, shivering from the stinging pain he was feeling. However, seeing the last bit of damage he could cause gave him some energy to grin.

His teeth were chittering against each other, and he was completely bloodless, but he was determined to hurt her. “He got useless quickly, we had to get rid of ’em,” he said, shivering. “I saw him roll off the cliff half-dead, just waiting to be mauled!”

Vivian’s eyes turned red, wanting to shut him up!

Stab!

“AH!—How hopeless he must’ve felt—!”

Stab!

“To not be able to—move and—just wait for death! HAHA—”

Stab!!

He didn’t speak after that, but Vivian didn’t stop with her stabbing.

After letting her vent a few more minutes, someone held her shoulders and someone else took the knife.

“Stop it Vivian.”

Vivian looked unreconciled. “No, not yet! Wuuu—”

Peko was dead but Vivian couldn’t find the satisfaction of killing him at all!

“No fair! No fair!!” She yelled, wanting to resuscitate the man just to torture him again. “Wuuuu—”

Then it felt like she just lost energy—her anger deflating, replaced by anguish—and she covered her face with her palms.

For a while after that, she could only sob in despair.