After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 903

Soon, the long-awaited dusk arrived and the activities slowly intensified. The nightlife was once again at its peak with all industries gearing up, and everywhere in the territory there was some sort of activity.

The newcomers were shocked to see how the people and the territory literally seemed to gear into motion before their very eyes.

There were about a couple of dozen people who had just entered the territory. This was led by Perrot, the engineer from Rows Village who went the other way.

When they found out their previous path was hopeless, they immediately headed in the other direction, hoping to get lucky. However, the previous night’s mob caught up to them, immediately killing a few.

They could only run to the best of their ability, pushing themselves to sprint for hours on end, with the monsters thinning them out bit by bit. They tuned out the screams, the horrid sound of crushed bones, and spine-chilling echoes of squelched meat behind them.

With their pitiful strengths, the single way to live was to focus only on their own survival.

Squelch!

Crunch!

"Shit…"

"Wu…."

They ran and ran, just hoping to find a ray of hope

somewhere

. The only reason any of them were still alive in that situation was because the mob wasn’t that big. Further, they would stop to feast on whoever they caught up with before following the rest of them.

Perrot—in a moment of bravery—turned back to see what was happening. It was terrifying and he almost tripped. However, it was because of this that he noticed that some monsters were headed in another direction instead of following them—as if they were more attracted to something elsewhere.

This bloody chase went on until they reached the river. People screamed in celebration and most of them just jumped in directly, allowing the flowing water to carry them away.

On the other hand, Perrot thought that it’d be more likely to find a territory upstream of the river, primarily because he saw a few monsters head there.

However, knowing one thing was very different from making use of it. They were weak and at the end of the rope already.

In the end, Perrot could only jump down the river as well, to be carried until he found a rock to hold on to.

The others… if they had the energy to keep swimming or floating in this situation… good for them, but he was sure he wouldn’t last long and he’d just end up drowning.

Several others stayed on the rock with him, thankful that their scents had been washed off and were therefore ignored by beasts—though some monster did pass by soon after.

Those were incredibly tense moments and some people had to pull others under the water because they were making too much noise.

Their dozen or so people survived like this for a few hours until they were certain there were no beasts nearby. They carefully swam perpendicular to the flow, eventually reaching shore. They were gasping for air, their bodies devoid of energy and it took them a while before they could stand up and walk, aiming to find a territory once more.

It was a relief that they found some roofing, but they were extremely weak and their steps were slow. They also had to stop often to drink water from the river. For much of the day, at their snail’s pace, they simply followed the upstream of the river until they finally found a territory. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}