After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 880

One of the few territories doing slightly better was located somewhere northeast of Alterra, a village named Rows Village.

While many territories had fallen, many people—native or Terran alike—becoming refugees and having to travel under the burning sun, they had managed to hold on... so far.

This was one of the villages that had thought of corralling the monsters to hunt them more effectively.

They had zoned a certain less-developed area to create an enclosure. While most of the territory still fought against the monsters outside the battlement, they would leave a section unguarded, allowing some monsters to go through.

They also created a gate there because they knew monsters targeted those by instinct, and therefore would pile easily so they could focus their attacks more. The gate would also make it easier for them to get the carcasses inside.

They would kill these monsters as a team, and then distribute it strictly amongst those who fought. They had to implement the martial law, and every one who caused trouble would be kicked out of the territory with no exemptions.

A lot of territories had fallen, especially among the Terrans’, but Rows Village had lasted a relatively longer time due to its wise lord—a wise old man, and a retired major general—and also because of its proximity to a water source.

The man’s name was Faust, an 85-year-old veteran who happened to have old inheritance money in his hands.

He had built the territory next to a shallow stream. If he had a choice back then, he’d have looked for the river as well, but it got too dangerous to do so. Fortunately, it wasn’t too bad because the stream was relatively big.

However, after many days of the heat, the stream had eventually began to dry up and was unable to sustain its thousands and thousands of population. Anyone with eyes could see that it was only a matter of time before there was no more.

They tried to collect as much as they could, though they had to ration their water strictly.

Faust also enforced strict rationing that only allowed one person to buy a bucket of water per day for a relatively high price.

A lot of people died of heatstroke during the first few days, not including the deaths during the small beast tides.

Further, the warehouse had also begun losing the basic wood resources needed to repair the walls. Eventually, they could no longer let monsters inside to farm them, and it was suddenly a lot more difficult to get meat and blood.

After all, the beasts themselves drag away the carcass of their own kin to consume. Unless they wanted to risk their lives and limbs to carry a large monster body above the walls, they knew that it was a lost cause.

To make matters worse, they soon came to realize that finding edible plants was even harder than they initially thought.

The surviving plants inside the walls could only feed so many—at least, the plants which could have an effect on their stomachs. Their health and spirits decreased to a very low baseline, making it very dangerous during battles.

For many people, going out to battle at night meant the risk of dying after a few hits. They didn’t even have to worry about the large monster mouth taking their heads; even one or two slaps would get their HP to 0.

At some point, a lot of people had to go out to scavenge in an attempt to increase these numbers. However, even at dawn or dusk, it was still very difficult.

Unlike aborigines, this was their first extreme heat and their bodies were not used to it, so more people died during the early days. The first ones to die were the low-leveled people and then the few children and old people that had managed to hold on after so long.

People mourned for their loss, but no tears would come out. After all, they were too dried out.

One of the people dying… was the lord himself. At this time, he was laying on the bed, barely moving under the onslaught of the heavy atmospheric heat.

His level wasn’t too high because of the limitations of his age, and he also did not have much time to train because of his position. With a lower average level and old age combined… he was at a gross disadvantage during this period.

"Grandpa… please have some water…" A beautiful young woman said as she produced a bit of water, controlling it over his mouth. For someone who had just entered level 10, this showed exemplary control over her element.