After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Survivors

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[STATS:

Name: Althea Witt

Age: 25

Level: 2 (250/3000)

Life: 250/300

Spirit: 230/300 (-5%)

Physical: 50 (-5%)

Agility: 47 (-20%)

Defense: 40

Mana: 200

Physical Potential: B

Mental potential: SS+

Skills:

Active: None

Passive: None

Elemental Affinity: Wood, Water, Earth

Titles: None

Overall rank: S

Current Status: Gestating: two life forms, weakened state ]

[WEALTH: 164 gold coins, 2122 silver coins, 4330 copper coins]

Now that her health had recovered, she decided to hit the other houses all the way to the so-called drug lord.

She was amazed by how clearly she could now see the details of the other houses. If she made a noise, she could basically hear even the slightest of the reactive noises nearby, as long as they were outside the house.

She thought that with a few more levels, she should be able to hear inside houses with insulation.

The next house averaged about 7 zombies each and, fortunately, there were no animals or upgraded zombies.

Unfortunately, the loot was also average. The katana was also still the best weapon so far.

There were actually fencing swords but she thought it was flimsy and may not handle the skull of an upgraded zombie.

She was still worrying about her future weapon when she arrived at the next house, just before the alleged drug lord's.

In this house, she noticed something a bit different.

In the other houses, any noise she made attracted zombies not just outside the fence, but also inside it.

"..."

After a beat, the old man finally spoke.

"How did you deal with those... those monsters?" He then looked closely at her whole body to realize it was full of black blood.

Seeing his dawn of understanding, she nodded. "Well, normal zombies tend to ignore me like this. However, it is useless to Zombie animals and upgraded zombies."

The door finally opened and the man invited her in. "Please... please tell me more."

Althea nodded and entered. She walked gracefully, and one would admire her temperament had she not been covered in zombie innards...

The old man led her to the interior of the house, which was filled with rustic color tones and comfortable furniture.

As she looked around, her lively eyes landed on a little girl half-hiding behind a partition. Only her head was visible, guarded but curious, and ready to hide the moment their eyes met.

She looked about 6 or 7 years old. Very cute.

Althea looked very happy to finally see a survivor, especially a child.

She then turned to the old man who politely asked her to sit down.

She did do so, but her sights couldn't help but return to the little girl who was revealing her head again, checking her out.

Althea laughed, in a very good mood.

Because, these two... no matter what, they represented something to her:

They represented the hope that she was really not alone in this new, horrible, world.