After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 237

Vismont Village, many weeks prior

Inside one of the many identical houses in the village, Matthew was happily planning for their small village’s development. He was using some excess paper he managed to hoard back in Terran.

He had already made a preliminary zoning plan of the village, and he felt joy whenever he thought of its imminent execution.

He might have started politics for his sister, but he quickly fell in love with public service. Now, he had all the power, and there was no need for the cumbersome red tapes and pandering to arrogant old men to implement his vision.

Despite the monsters outside, he optimistically thought that he was really living… a dream.

His daydream, however, was quickly broken by a desperate knock pounded on his door.

It was a young man with curly red hair. It was one of his few guards, Oliver, and he was incredibly pale and scared.

Matthew put down everything and stood up, looking at him worriedly.

"What’s going on?"

Oliver immediately turned around and asked him to follow, saying many people would die if they were late.

"What?!" He exclaimed, but he ran out of his own home without another word.

The air was tense and a palpable unease lingered in his village, his heart felt like it was gripped tightly by something.

This was a bad premonition.

Did a mob attack their village again, Matthew asked himself, over and over, until he ran to where Oliver was leading him.

But… if it was a beast tide… why was everything so…quiet?

He only heard some whimpers, at most.

He would soon find that it was not a beast tide, however. It was worse.

"Well, well," A pause, "Nice place you have here!"

Matthew’s heart dropped as he heard Higson’s voice, and his eyes met the other one’s.

It was filled with malice, glaring at him with undisguised hostility.

Around him were about a hundred men, each one with a gun on hand, pointing at a different citizen who were all pale and shivering, eyes wide with fear as they looked at him filled with hope. Matthew wanted to kick these gangsters out, but everyone had guns, and they could shoot people even before he could do anything.

At this time, he had not yet discovered the automatic execution of regulations. Even if he did, he might not necessarily have the money to purchase it on his own, especially not when the person was only threatening and had yet to do actual damage.

Matthew very well knew what Higson’s arrival meant, which made his heart heavier the more the metaphorical clock ticked by.

He established this village for about a few days now, and they had been building it together. His group of less than a thousand people had worked hard to build this, to fight the monsters that came their way.

Was it all going to be for naught?

"This should all cost a lot, right?" Higson asked, looking at him in suspicion. "I wonder how you did it."

"And you built all these in a couple of days… how?"

Matthew didn’t speak. Higson sneered and he turned to a direction. As if on cue, a gun touched the forehead of a random woman next to them. She sobbed and looked at Matthew imploringly.