After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 553

While this was ongoing, a certain former-reporter had been looking outside, her orbs looking sharply for something. She was completely unaffected by the yells behind her—yells that resembled pigs for slaughter.

She did not care about those men—she needed to find someone else. She was aptly watching outside, hoping to find that bastard!

She had been following his assignments even before the war, and she recognized two of these men as his teammates. This meant that he must also be in an area!

Maybe he’d even pass by here as well! Knowing him, he would definitely save his own ass—even if it meant bringing down everybody else!

Minutes passed and the woman frowned, considering going outside and hunting for him herself. She might not be very strong, but maybe—just maybe—she’d find her half-dead somewhere! Maybe the heavens would hear her wish and let her take his life with her own hands!

She was just about to lose hope of stumbling on him when someone emerged, entering their narrow street. Her eyes widened and she immediately ran to Kyle.

"One more," Vivian said, shaking. "Please. Let us take that one."

Kyle’s eyebrows rose as he looked outside to see the person she was referring to.

It was Peko, one of the stronger individuals who had reached level 9. He was dragging himself across the streets and he had a major injury on one of his arms.

Wasn’t he the captain? What’s he doing abandoning his men?

Ah, well, no one can expect anything from him. Kyle narrowed his eyes and watched the man, trying to find the best way to deal with him.

"Well?" Vivian asked. She looked apologetic but also impatient. Kyle understood her completely.

"Well, I can’t guarantee we’ll get him," he said. Kyle looked at him, worried. After all, this was not like the ones they had been dealing with. Not to mention, Kyle himself was only level 7. "But we can try."

Despite the worries, he took out his bow and arrow anyway. One less jerk like this on the street meant countless of lives saved.

Kyle pulled the bow, following his figure as he traversed. He had gone past their house now and Vivian was naturally getting worried. Kyle didn’t dare shoot willy-nilly. As a captain, he naturally had more equipment than others.

He could tell his shirt was a Class D equipment and his pants were Class E equipment. He probably got them from pandering to the mercenaries. Or worse, selling or pimping out citizens for favor.

His eyes zoned in on possible weaknesses and— timing perfectly—he hit him right at the heel.

Before the apocalypse, Kyle was in the running to join the national team for archery. His coach and more than half his teammates became zombies before the event—so he didn’t know if he even made it to the team—but he was still way better than the others.

Swoosh!

"GAHHH!"

They watched as Peko dropped down the floor, yelling, and trying to get the arrow off.

Whoosh! Another came and hit his hand, keeping him from doing so!

"AHHH! MOTHERF–"

Vivian’s eyes brightened as she went out with a few big men and dragged him back with others by holding his feet.

Peko gasped as he was dragged along the rough floor, his face rubbing on the surface below. "Whwat! ARGHH!"

The next thing he knew the surface changed to the standard wood flooring and when he was turned, the first thing he saw was a blade held to his face by his favorite news anchor.

"You—!"