After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Fireworks (Part 2)
Cassie, wearing a miner’s hat, lit up the way as she cleared a path for her grandmother.

She was holding a wooden sword on one hand and her grandmother was gripping on her trusted cooking pan.

“Grandma, come on!” She yelled, and instinctively raised the sword and it met the sharp teeth of a monster.

Grandma quickly hit the monster with her pan, and Cassie took advantage and shifted the angle so that the broken sword would enter its mouth and she pushed her body forward to reach its brain.

Thankfully, it was only a level one monster and, Cassie, who was already at level 2, managed to deal with it, though barely because one wooden sword was usually done after one or two monsters.

[Killed Gnomos (Lv1), +30 copper, +30 experience]

She was an olympic champion in kendo back in her youth, and she loved it so much she never stopped doing it even when she didn’t participate in contests anymore.

She was extremely thankful for her perseverance, otherwise, she and her grandmother wouldn’t have lived so long.

She took out yet another wooden sword and heaved a sigh.

She had relied on her dozens and dozens of swords to survive with her grandma until now.

However, the monsters here had very thick skins and it was getting more and more difficult to deal with them.

She was on her last wooden sword. If it broke, what would she do? Get some twigs?

It was here that she heard a noise from a direction and her eyes brightened at the sight.

Grandma narrowed her bad eyes, thinking she must have been seeing things. “Are those…?”

“It’s fireworks!” Cassie exclaimed, grabbing the older woman’s hand. “Let’s go!”

…

“Follow it!” A group of young men and women shakily used the last batteries of their final flashlight to light up their way. They were filled with blood and grime, and they laborously dragged their feet to follow the light.

They have been in this hellhole for a few days now, and they had never thought they’d ever go through such suffering in their whole lives.

They were in so much pain with all the wounds that covered their bodies, and it felt like all their appendages were about to fall off in tiredness.

They were also parched and hungry and weak, and it was just so horrible.

They had long lost the food and water that they had on them.

Although there was food in the forest, they didn’t know which one was poisonous and could kill them the next second.

They lost exactly two and a half companions from poison, the person counted as half because in his half-dead state, he was desperate and ate the nearest most delicious-looking food beside him.

At least in Terran, even if there were zombies, there was still a lot of food.

Not to mention, zombies tended to lose their heads if they swung an axe with their supposedly increased physique, not like the monsters here where the same axe would be bitten to pieces.

Zombies had become adorable and worthy of their longing.

Troy scrunched his flat nose in regret. “If I knew we’d get thrown here, I’d have ran home to get my collection!”

Troy was an ancient weapons enthusiast. Hot weapons couldn’t be owned privately, but his collection was just the right amount of coolness and the right amount of legal.

Unfortunately, they were far from home when the disaster happened.

Of course, their distance from civilization also allowed their group (who didn’t turn to zombies) to all survive in those twenty-four hours. It was just that they easily lost a third the moment they got migrated.

They were a group of childhood friends and cousins gathered together for a wildlife bonfire party.

It was supposed to be a super fun activity but, who knew, how it would end up halfway through.

They were, ironically, telling horror stories when they suddenly fainted and half of them suddenly started moving creepily, and biting at their seat mates.

They witnessed a girlfriend eating her boyfriend, and a brother mauling his sister. They saw them eating their insides, chewing on intestines.

All of them vomitted out what they ate that night, and days later—when they already consumed all their food—they felt so hungry that they regretted not being able to control their bile.

What a waste!

Anyway, they were still lucky enough to have camping gears when the disaster happened, but it had been so many days and they were in their last resources.

Even the last bit of lighting they had was this flashlight and it was already flickering.

However, that firework still managed up their way, telling them a direction to target, even if it only lasted for a second.

In fact, it was not much of a firework, it was very small and didn’t even last more than a second.

But that little spark lit up hope in them like a raging fire.

There were many such groups around the area, following the light with renewed strength to defend themselves from the mobs that they encountered.

The group of youngsters ran in the direction where the light was last seen, with renewed energy.

Fred, who had been holding the compass, led the way, his freckled face covered with grime and sweat, but eyes filled with brightness as bright as his orange hair.

Roar!

“Shit!”

“Just run! Run for your lives!”

“Your lives literally depends on it, damnit!”

They ran and they ran, until Fred saw a glimpse of stone amidst the forests.

“Almost there, guys! Gooooo!!!”

And they darted, with energy they didn’t know they still had.

Unfortunately—

Flop! A sound of a body falling down and made their hearts drop.

“Brother!”

“Lulu!!”

Troy quickly went about-face to run back to his cousin, but it was too late, the monster was too close.

Tears began to form as he tried to go to her anyway.

But before it could take a bite at his cousin, a fast arrow flashed, hitting the monster right on the head, killing it.

It wasn’t the only one, more mobs arrived and—as long as they were within a certain area—arrows would fly by themselves, attacking the monsters.

Troy’s eyes widened and he whipped his head to the direction of arrows.

They were towers, placed roughly every hundred meters.

“Sentries!” He yelled, and he grabbed his fallen cousin and held her up.

The small group of youngsters quickly ran to the gate, but no longer panicked, knowing in their hearts that they were being protected.

They felt like they breathed in a new life when a notification appeared.

[Welcome to Altera Village!]