After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 162

When they transferred, they transferred with hundreds of others.

The true nightmare began at that time because monsters far stronger than what they encountered surrounded them.

There were so many, tens and tens of them, and their ugly appearance made a lot freeze in fear, becoming easy targets to eat.

The way the people were mauled was a thing of nightmares, striking terror in more people’s hearts, and in turn making them easy victims.

It was a horrible cycle.

Soon, the fight began and some people managed to snap out of the shock and defend themselves. Even if the monsters were strong, they were far more in number.

That was what some of them thought at first, but they quickly realized that the monsters were nothing like the zombies back in Terran!

They were much, much, stronger and even a group of big men couldn’t beat a monster without someone losing an arm, a leg, and his life.

He and his sister struggled to kill one together, along with a few others, eventually learning to help out and defend themselves.

His little body did its best to help, and when he managed to slash a wound on its feet, he brightened and celebrated, not realizing that it only made the monster go berserk, and it lifted its sharp claws to his direction.

"Horus!!"

Slash!

"Sister!!" He yelled, watching the monster’s claw slice his sister’s face.

ROAR!!!!!

He yelled back, "ROARRR!" He screamed with his little voice, running to it. He used their last weapon to hit it, but it didn’t hurt much. Instead, it lifted its paws to smash him.

But Horus’ unknown skill—triggered by extreme anger and adrenaline—helped him avoid its attack. Over and over.

To the point that it was even superior to the adults.

[Evasion (E): Avoid detection of all monsters level 10 and below for 10 seconds. Consumption: 5 Mana]

It wasn’t clear what it meant, but he instinctively knew it was helpful. He willed the ability to apply and it did, and he ran to the monster.

He immediately jumped to the weakened monster, stabbing its eyes repeatedly.

It shook wildly as if he was a fly that would let go with a shake. But energy coursed through his small body and he gripped the monster with his small arms, stabbing again and again every time he could.

Finally, he dug enough of its eye to finally reach its brain.

Stab! Stab! Stab!!!

ROARRRRRR!!!!

He stabbed until it fell down and no longer moved.

[Killed Stormdoer (Lv1): +30 experience, +30 copper!]

He didn’t even notice this as he sprinted to his bleeding sister, sobbing with snot, yelling for help.

But who could pay attention to him when there were still a dozen monsters slashing about.

He could only drag his sister to a safe place, trying to stop the bleeding on her face with a clean cloth they got from the motel.

Sniff. "I’m sorry…" Sniff.

His sister weakly took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his tanned face. "I won’t die." She said, "Don’t cry. You’re a big boy now, aren’t ya?"

The group of them, after losing a good portion, did end the small mob. But his sister earned a scar.

More than once, she was told she was ugly many times, and little Horus would attack them every time.

By the second day, there were only about 50 of them left alive, most of whom were very injured, and no one bothered with this little thing anymore.

Their group of hundreds struggled through the first few days, dwindling quickly in numbers, and becoming more and more miserable as they traveled.

Soon, they encountered an enclosure—a fence—and they ran with their remaining energy to look for a gate.

[Welcome to Vismont Village!]

He and his sister looked at each other with bright eyes. Happily, his sister wrapped her arms around him. "We’re finally safe!"

How could they know it was the beginning of another, more tragic, experience?

….

In the village, they found out that the paper money they took was useless.

Fortunately, there was some jewelry and a little gold they got from the motel, but it was very little. Together, they had scraped up only a few silver currency they could use.

This wasn’t enough for them to live with a decent stomach for a week.

They worked hard to gather what they needed to survive. They were doing honest work, and he wasn’t stealing anymore, as his sister had asked him.

Except for the fights because someone would insult his sister, the two of them had gotten used to one legitimate meal every 2 days and living in a shed made with leaves.

Other than his new magic skill, he used his flexibility to climb up trees and jump between them. For days, he managed to escape monsters time and time again… _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}