After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 561

Back at the battlement, the two guards immediately hid behind the balustrade. Like this, they wouldn’t have noticed the missing slaves at all.

"Has it stopped?" Survivor #1 asked #2, worried that an arrow would come flying in as soon as he checked.

Survivor #2 just furrowed his eyebrows in wonder. "Where would it come from?"

After the onset of panic calmed, Survivor #2 soon realized what could’ve happened. At this, he whipped his head to #1 and pointed in a direction.

"Crawl!"

"What?"

"Crawl to any other side! Just do it!"

And so they did. When they lifted their heads and no arrow came to them, they heaved a sigh of relief. By the time they stood tall and there were still no attacks, they felt a bit smug.

"What happened?" #1 asked, still unsure what just happened. #2 smirked.

"Idiot. They could only get a limited vantage point from the second floor," he said. We’ll be safe here."

"I see," #1 said, shrugging, before looking down to see how many they got before the other two were taken down.

He frowned at the fact that an entire section was… empty.

"There seems to be… a lot of slaves missing?"

…

Back at the houses, the two archers had already packed up, knowing their fluke wouldn’t be happening again.

Juan wasn’t an archer either and his shot missed. He looked admiringly at the other archer on the other side of the street.

Crow had actually only activated the archer profession lately. But he had good eyesight and attention to detail, and after a long time of focused training every day he activated the profession.

He had good talent too, and he awakened a skill called ’Precise Eye’s a few days earlier.

The two of them met up downstairs with Juan staring. "What is it?"

"You’re amazing. Did you use bow and arrow before?"

"Not really."

"Your skills are really high! You hit them straight through their necks!"

"I just used an inherited skill."

At this, Juan gasped in amazement, Crow’s light in his eyes adding another halo. "So you’re a professional!" How rare! There were not many in the territory, and almost all of them were recruited by Fargo!

Crow looked at him weirdly. "Pretty much everyone awakened a profession in Altera."

"..."

Okay, fine. He was just excited on his own.

…

Back to the house, the slaves were being handled with as much care as they could.

One of the house occupants happened to be an EMT and he checked the now-unconscious slaves that were laid down on a line.

The Alterans decided that before they gave diluted healing potion, they wanted to see their states first. This way, they’d have an idea whether to give undiluted versions instead. Resources were limited, after all, and they couldn’t just give them away willy-nilly.

The EMT was called Gamut. He was on-duty when the zombie apocalypse happened, and it happened when he was in an ambulance en route to the hospital.

The patient he was doing CPR on suddenly tried to eat him, and they crashed to the sidewalk shortly after (with the driver apparently becoming one as well).