After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 879

As they left their small home, they would see the topmost part of the buildings slowly turning to dust.

This would be closely followed by the walls, to the point that they wouldn’t have to think about climbing it anymore, they’d just have to jump over.

He looked around, seeing the same sight: tragedy, blood, death.

From the top of his lungs, he yelled. "Evacuate!" he and his family—along with others—ran towards the other gate, swiping what they could, rescuing as many as he could.

They focused on running after that, having no choice but to ignore the massacre happening behind them.

People… simply didn’t have the energy to fight against monsters anymore. Only the guards could have a semblance of a fight left, but even they couldn’t do so much anymore and had long run away even before Shinho did.

Other than him, several guards joined him. Several groups of refugees pulled their families up, while some could barely move now.

He and his family had a bit of energy because he braved through the heat and mobs to get them some bits of food; Others were not so lucky.

The panicked crowd went through the other gate with desperation and fear.

There were still monsters in this direction but they were much sparser. With the number of them, they could escape while the monsters captured other people.

Their group exited with most of their numbers because the monsters were too busy with the thousands of people still inside.

They could hear the desperate screams and yells behind them, but they just fled, tuning them out. Their heartbeats were too loud as if they were ringing in their ears, anyway.

When they confirmed there were no monsters following closely, with the few that were dealt with by their fighters, some couldn’t help but turn back to see their territory slowly disintegrate after their lord’s death.

They could only imagine the terror of those inside. They thought they could still hide in their homes, only to have it disappear right in front of their eyes.

They would’ve sobbed if there was still enough moisture in their eyes to make tears.

Their home… it was gone now.

There was no time to pause, however. It was night and they could travel a bit, and it was cooler outside the territories due to the lack of stones that’d absorb the heat. However, they still had a gorge of battles they must go through to even have a dream of peace.

They ran and ran, as far away from their territory—which was where most of the nearby mobs were heading toward—as possible.

For the next hour or so, they’d fight against some mobs they encountered and there they lost a lot of torches. Let alone fighting with monsters, many were lost due to the panic and darkness that loomed over them.

"Where do we go?" They asked, and the atmosphere was heavy as they trekked along the drying forests.

Shinho didn’t speak for a while and just continued on his way, until he heard trickles of water. "WATER!" he yelled, and they headed in the direction.

They all kneeled down to see the shallow river of water, all just jumping down and not wanting to get out anymore.

"Water… water…"

They cried as they consumed as much as they could. The little boy—Mamu—was also smart enough to immediately get a rough cup made of dried wood in his space, gathering some of it for storage.

The space could not hold water in its liquid form—it simply would not store—and it had to have a container of sorts. It could be buckets, pails, or the like.

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