After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 662

"After we reunite with them, we will be able to look for more relatives and friends in peace," Orz said, combing back his unruly black hair. "So… where are we, anyway?"

Ben took out their rough map. It was something that he drew based on their combined system maps.

Although they had ’digital’ maps, it helped to mark them on paper, so they could add notes and details. There was also no distance function in the system maps, so they needed to draft it in order to triangulate their location accurately.

Ben’s hand traced over the papyrus bought from Ferrol, his dark skin contrasting with its pale color. "Mapping things out, we are approximately almost 150 kilometers (10 o’clock) north of Fargo."

"That’s a few days of normal travel, then."

"Assuming the terrain is decent and the mobs are manageable," Sean added. "Plus we have civilians with us, so it’s best to assume it’ll take twice as long."

"Hmn, that’s true," Ben said, doing rough calculations. He also looked at the still empty parts of the map and was curious what else to fill it up with. He was also curious if the curve of the protection fog was an oblong, a circle, or something completely irregular.

From their travels, they had determined that the delineation of the ’protection area’ was curved, at least from where they were.

They figured this out because when they went almost directly west of Fargo, they found an aboriginal village instead. It was a small territory called Suka Village, and someplace they didn’t even bother to stay for more than ten minutes. However, when they went north from there, they found the Terran Diana Village.

They decided to go further northwest from there, ending up in the level 2 Terran village they were now in.

When they arrived, the territory was being attacked by a big mob, which was easily taken care of by a handful of them. This got them a good reputation from the get-go, making the task of gathering information much easier.

What was more, when people found out Ryan was his father’s son, he became the de-facto leader of the guard group. Even the dozen or so soldiers—from different countries—followed his instructions. Of course, this had more to do with their show of strength than anything else.

While this made things easier for them to move, they certainly wouldn’t be comfortable in just leaving it vulnerable, and this was another reason why they had stayed for so many days.

Anyway, they planned for both increasing Calming Village’s defense capacity before they left, determining their potential route back to the captain by the way.

The discussion was cut short when an urgent knocking sounded at their door.

"Sirs! Please help us!!" they yelled, and the soldiers immediately let them in.

It was a few citizens bringing a few weak bodies over. "Please cover your mouths and noses with cloth!" they yelled, forgetting to mention in their flurry.

The soldiers’ eyes twitched but did as they were asked, before looking over the patients.

The Village didn’t have a surviving doctor or nurse and— although Minko’s water element took the aggressive route—he did have some experience assisting medics. Among the five, he was the one with the most knowledge of this and people of the territory depended on him a lot, even if he had said plenty of disclaimers.

"What happened?" Minko asked, looking at the men. They had covered their mouths and noses with cloth, which were basically rags as no one had excess cloths anymore.

They brought in five people, and each one looked like they were gonna die.

Minko frowned, gently looking at the patients’ faces and exposed skin. Everyone’s skin had been dry for a while, but theirs were even a little flaky. Someone even showed signs of eczema on his neck and elbows. "Since when were they like this?"

"It’s been a while. Actually, it’s like this for many. A lot of people are also vomiting, and the low level ones are showing worse symptoms like muscle cramps and spasms."

"What have you gathered so far?"

Since everyone was busy, it was an agreement not to bother the soldiers unless they did what they could. So it was assumed they had researched the source on their own before heading here in a panic.