After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 889

While the Terran refugees from downstream fell into confusion about their new home, the Aborigine refugees from upstream of the river were still fighting for their lives.

They had been traveling for a long time now.

From the few hundred or so people they had when they left their village, they lost about a third. If they hadn’t even accidentally burned a good part of the forest to block the way (with flames also eating up a few of them) there would’ve been a lot less.

"No territories yet?" Shinho asked the scouts who were holding the torches to brighten up their way. They continued looking forward along the dense but dry forests, shaking their heads in the end.

"No… and the torch is losing oil. We’re running out, Shinho," one said, looking worriedly at his fire.

It was then that another gust of wind passed by, causing a few torches to die down. "AH!"

"Oh no!"

They hurriedly surrounded the ones still burning, barely holding on. They surrounded them well with their own bodies, making sure to keep them lit.

If all of their torches died, then they’d be depending on the two moons for light. Although their physiques allowed them to see at night to some degree, it would not be enough if they were attacked by monsters. After all, those things had far superior eyesight than every one of them!

Another issue they had been dealing with was that more and more people had fallen into poisonous plants during their travels.

Many were unlucky and chose the wrong plants. For better or for worse, it was the poisonous plants that were most robust during the Extreme Weather seasons.

Some people, however, still ate them even if they knew they were poison.

After all, they were hungry and delirious and a lot of them ended up eating whatever they could find—risking poison rather than starving to death.

They were all too weak now, too hungry and thirsty, and their whole bodies were in pain. They didn’t even know how they were still moving.

At the back of the line, there was even a young lad carrying an old woman, dragging both their weights with his struggling body.

The old woman looked heartbroken, asking him to just let her go, but the young man—wan and pale—didn’t listen to her at all.

"Let me go, child," the old woman said, touching her grandson’s thin shoulders, shaking from tiredness. She felt tears line up her eyes.

"No grandma," the young man said. "I can still do it."

This young man was Bumi, a fairly handsome tanned lad with curly hair. He was one of the few warriors left and he protected his only remaining relative, his grandmother, with his life. Now his grandma was at the end of the rope, and he could only carry her to keep her alive.

Not far from them was the ten-year-old Mamu, who had fought a lot for the territory with Shinho before. He was alone, all his relatives perishing from different disasters early in life.

He matured very early, and had grown up enough to handle himself. His small legs and weak body only allowed him to be at the back of the line though.

At the front, Shinho’s team led the way, clearing whatever obstacle they had to remove. For instance, the monsters, which came in small mobs.

Fortunately, most mobs were attacking various territories at this time, leaving the areas in the middle with fewer monsters for them to deal with.