After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 559

After a long torturous travel, they arrived near the walls a couple of minutes later.

They kept behind a few houses, slowly looking up if there was a guard nearby. "This spot doesn’t have a sentry," Tacky said, "But there could be guards."

They learned from befriending some aborigines like Rona that when war came, people had to get past the ’main’ walls in order to win. The Lord knew this too, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he set guards everywhere in the inner wall battlement while keeping their outside area minimally guarded.

However, to their surprise, there was no guard—at all—nearby, which alone was surprising as they would expect Fargo to focus on guarding this area.

"Miss Althea and the others must be causing havoc inside," Dog said smugly, and the others agreed. "He has thousands of guards. How can there be no one hunting for us when we’re already so near the walls?"

Tacky and the others looked at them being so confident and their hearts raced. They wondered… was their freedom within reach?

Then they stepped forward, quickly realizing that Fargo did, in fact, set up obstacles for them in the form of slaves.

They looked at the line of slaves there, distanced a few meters apart. They knew Bright lost thousands of people to slavery and, looking at this, they probably used most of them as secondary walls here.

The slaves were lined up in a single line. They stayed in place even with some of them having shaky legs. Their states were extremely pitiful, extremely dirty and filled with wounds. They had bloodless faces but their bodies had bloodstains all over. To the passerby, it seemed like they were barely holding on to life.

Their hearts broke when they saw their expressions of surrender and pain, and things just got worse when they saw some familiar faces.

"SISTER!!!" Tacky yelled, immediately running forward. He lunged so unexpectedly that no one was able to stop him.

"Ooi—TACKY!" His friends yelled, but Tacky didn’t hear anything. His eyes was focused on getting to his poor sister.

Tacky emerged from the ’safety’ of the dense houses and entered a 3-meter distance from the slaves. Without warning the handful of slaves nearby—including his sister—lunged towards him.

Their expressions were helpless but their bodies were like fast-moving zombies aiming to get him.

Juan and Crow caught up with Tacky and held an arm each, pulling him back as fast as they could.

"ENEMY! ENEMY!" The slaves nearby screamed at the top of their lungs, much like human alarms. Their voices were raspy and croaky—obviously too parched and tired to yell so loudly—but apparently the order didn’t care whether or not they destroyed their throats.

The slaves stopped following after a certain distance. They returned to position parallel to the wall, but their mouths did not stop yelling—likely to continue doing so until Fargo’s men arrived.

Tacky sobbed as he was pulled, seeing his sister’s poor state. Even now, he could hear her voice among the various ’alarms’. She was yelling with a croaking voice, almost wheezing.

If Lani continued to do so, maybe her throat would be damaged!

His little sister always liked to sing. She drank various healthy drinks to keep it healthy! What was this now?