After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 385

Witt Residence, Three years prior

It was a very quiet night in the community and an intense atmosphere permeated a quaint classically-decorated living room.

The room crackled with anticipation as the big game was about to begin.

//THE ONCE-IN-A-DECADE EPIC BATTLE BETWEEN THE BELOVED THUNDERBEARS AND STALLIONS IS FINALLY UPON US!!//

The loud voice of the announcer echoed in the room, transferred to them from miles away using high-end surround sound audio systems.

The television screen was also bright, (every other light was off) and the audience was brought very intimately to the scene—almost as if they were there as well. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

/Are you ready for this?!/ The announcer asked and two people yelled in unison.

"YES!!!" They yelled, though they whipped their heads to look at each other in a frown, not liking to be in sync with the other.

Althea, who was sitting behind, sighed.

She chewed on some cheese popcorn as her two companions—Ansel and Winona—had their eyes glued to the unfolding spectacle on the screen.

It was the national finals or something and the atmosphere (at least in the small area those two occupied) was electric, to say the least.

At this time, the snacks and drinks filled the room. There were bowls of crunchy popcorn, crispy nachos, various-flavored chicken wings, and a cornucopia of cold beverages.

The room was adorned with flags and banners from both teams. Even Althea found herself amidst the fervor and was forced to wear merchandise from the two teams.

She looked very… eclectic with her current appearance, being forced on a Thunderbears blue jersey by Winona and a Stallions’ red hat by Ansel.

She sighed and just ate her food.

/The two teams are entering the field!! AHHHHHH!!/

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

She flinched as the two followed the hyper announcer’s yell, and she pouted when she saw some of the popcorn that had been on her hand on the floor.

Althea was about to nag them when she saw that they had calmed down and just stared as the two teams met each other on the field.

The tension in the room was more and more palpable as the game started, with the two’s eyes never leaving the screen.

Then the whistle started and the two… exploded.

"Stalliooons!! Yes, Ben, crush him!"

"Thunderbears gogogooo! You can do it! AH!!"

The two cheered passionately for their respective teams and voices rose in unison against each other.

It was as if whoever cheered louder would have their team winning the game.

The game went on and Althea swore her ears was already ringing. Soon it was half game and the game was tied.

The stakes were at their peak, and it also meant the two’s lungs were also working overtime.

The two were also leaning forward and she worried for their eyes.

"Ha! Did you see that! Our Stallions soaring high!"

"Oh, you mean the donkeys, right?"

"My Thunderbears have a secret weapon tonight!"

"Oh please, they’ll need a miracle to beat us "

Then there was something that happened in the game—Althea really didn’t understand these things and terminologies—that made Ansel laugh.

"Nice defense, Winona." Ansel said with sarcasm, "’Going hard into the paint’, you say? Hehe."

The blonde pouted, her large eyes glaring at him. "It’s called strategy!"

Then another scene happened—again, Althea had no idea what was happening—and this time it was Winona who raised her hand in cheer.

"Your donkeys are tired! They’re taking a nap on the court!" Winona yelled with a smug smirk on her face.

Althea looked at the screen and saw no one napping.

Ansel sneered in response, "They’re just resting for a victory celebration."

Then… whatever. Althea just ate and let them duke it out on their own. Actually, Althea just ended up watching the two passionate audiences instead.

"If only the Stallions were as great as they trash-talk…

"If the Thundercubs played as well as they celebrated too early, maybeee we could actually be in trouble but alas!"

She watched the two’s interactions with interest, eating popcorn. Their banter was as much part of the game as the plays themselves.

Eventually, the so-called secret weapon—a new player, very tall and quite good-looking—appeared on the courts and the game tilted a bit in their favor.

She could tell that it was an intense game, because there were plenty of times that Winona sobbed and Ansel just tapped the floor in despair. It went to and fro, sometimes with Winona celebrating, and other times it was Ansel.

It was quite fun to watch.