After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Upgraded Zombies

In the 9th house, she couldn't help but look a bit more carefully at the surroundings. Like her own home, it had relatively old designs, telling her the original owners were like her nominal grandparents, obtaining the property very early on.

It had a classic design, simple patterns, with warm color tones, and very homely.

When there was no one who answered her knock, she entered the house with her now-practiced unlocking skills, which was easier because she was familiar with the lock designs.

She passed the foyer and the anteroom, weapon out and ready to strike.

In this house lived a family of five: The two parents, a pair of twin children, and a surviving grandfather. She could find this out from the various photos displayed on the walls.

The largest one was a large picture frame over 1 meter in height, except there was also a grandmother in the photo. But it could be seen that in the more recent photos (as seen by the growth of the children), the grandmother had already passed away.

They looked like a really happy family, and somehow Althea hoped that she would find survivors here more than others.

She decided to start with the upper floors going down, going from room to room to find valuables. There wasn't much though, even in the main bedroom, and it was obvious that the family lived a relatively simple life despite their being well-off.

It was a little endearing. Too bad their house was several blocks away and they didn't have any interactions before this tragedy...

Shaking the thoughts off, Althea passed a few more rooms and eventually ended up in one of the last rooms on that floor.

She frowned when she noticed that there were traces of blood in the area. It was like someone bloodied was dragged hurriedly across the floor and heading towards the final room.

She didn't follow this trace for now and focused on the door at hand. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Tentatively raising her hand, she knocked on it a bit, a little hopeful at the sound.

But when she heard it was the familiar scratching and growls, she immediately raised her weapon and opened the door.

"ROAR!"

Her body moved by instinct to hit the most vulnerable part she could access at this angle: The neck. She took it down with one hit and saw that it was the zombie father who greeted her. Inside, she met the mom and the grandfather and quickly handled them as well.

She looked around and saw it was a study. The three adults were probably having a meeting of sorts when it happened. There were still teas and teacups on the floor, the carpet drenched with it.

There was a plethora of awards on the wall—from the father to the grandchildren. As well as a small bookshelf. Very old-fashioned, as most people read e-books now.

If she had more space, she would've wanted to bring these treasures with her.

Sigh.

Shaking her head in regret, Althea looked more carefully around the study. She pondered whether there were hidden compartments and safety deposit boxes but to no avail.

Eventually, she gave up and resumed her trip to the rest of the house. This time, she decided to follow the blood and her feet stopped at a sound.

Her eyes brightened a bit and she felt a little hopeful. She raised her delicate hands and gently knocked on the door.

Knock knock, knock knock

She also heard a rustle inside as if responding to her noise.

It wasn't like the slow scratching sounds made by the zombies. It was more like people dropping things because they were startled.