After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Going Home

Ding! The elevator door opened, and another dozen or so zombies turned their heads to him.

With a bit more confidence this time, he threw the meat to the face of the nearest zombie.

The zombies rushed towards the fresh bloody meat and he took advantage to run towards his car.

He took most of the meat he had in stock, throwing them at opportune times until he reached his precious baby.

His car was actually a bulky-awesome-manly SUV model Monster 931. Most people would think he'd own sexy sports cars like the Leopard.

In reality, he was a bit of a macho and he liked larger cars, unlike his pretty boy image.

By the time the meat was gone, he was already inside the car.

"Whew..." he gasped, resting on the very comfortable upholstered chair of his car with its ergonomic design and breathable fabric made of special synthetic materials.

He looked at the unchanged interior of his baby with a smile. "Forever reliable, yes you are..." he said, wiping the headboard, the backseats, and the wheels.

And finally, after taking a short breather, he turned on the engine. He reversed the car and stepped on the gas—

Thump!

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

"Oh?"

It quickly dawned on him about what he just hit and his eyes brightened.

After that, he headed to his target location, running over zombies and gained experience and copper by the way.

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience..

While he couldn't take the lives of all zombies he ran over, he still made a decent amount of experience overall.

The road had been much smoother ever since.

...

"Ah, my baby is the best~" He smiled, driving through the zombies, while avoiding major obstacles to the best of his ability.

This car, hereby referred to as Barbara, was a top-of-the-line monster he bought with most of his dividends from the company.

Not only did it run fast and smooth, it had a strong bodice and quiet engine.

It also had superior high-ground clearance, off-road capabilities, and a powerful engine that allowed it to just run over zombie corpses without the carcasses affecting its run.

It was like he bought this car for the apocalypse.

Well, almost.

Scratches were still inevitable, unfortunately. This wasn't a monster truck that could crush other cars after all.

When the car's metallic armor screeched as it scrapped other cars, Ansel teared up a bit.

"I'm so sorry Barbara, but we have to trudge through this!"

It was painful, almost like he was being scratched himself, but he had no choice but to press on the gas, even when he knew his Barbara would get dented.

Ah, the torture.

Anyway, except when there were road blockages that he had to crash towards, he was basically unimpeded and unaffected by the chasing zombies for a good hour (gaining some experience as he went) until he finally neared the border of the city.

He looked at the back mirror and saw that there were still scores of zombies running after him.

He took out the bell counter he stole from the hotel reception and threw it out of the car. The small sound was enough to distract the remaining zombies for a few seconds. It was enough for him to maneuver an escape.

Well, sort of. After all, there were still plenty of zombies in the suburbs.

Fortunately, it was much calmer, and even with the new zombies running after him, he felt very calm.

He found zombies a little cute now.

But then he remembered the dents and scratches on Barbara and his hits became personal again.

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]

Sure enough, only huge cars were real cars.

Anyway, he continued to happily run over zombies.

After running past the suburbs, he arrived at a relatively abandoned highway. Even if there were zombies, they were few and sparse. Even if they got to him, they would be run over by the car.

After driving for a bit, he found a place to park his car for a bit of rest.

As he sat, he looked at his stats.

[STATS:

Name: Ansel Witt

Age: 23

Level: 1 (165/1000)

Life: 165/200

Spirit: 45/200

Physical: 42

Agility: 35

Attack: 21