After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 582

[ATTACK! ATTACK! KILL THEM ALL!]

This was the order that resounded repeatedly in the slaves’ minds.

This naturally made them much more aggressive, though from their face one could see despair and apology instead of anger.

These people weren’t very strong, they were weak and tired and seemed to be at the end of the rope. While this was mostly a good thing for the Alterans, it meant that a little force in retaliation could kill them!

Imagine being mobbed by people who had no control over their bodies— who acted like zombies—but you couldn’t bear to attack them back?!

That was how it was for the Alterans who had each other’s back and focused on either immobilizing the enemy or just pushing them away.

However, the orders were clear to the slaves and they obviously aimed to take them the Alterans) down no matter what.

It was really reminiscent of zombies with how ’mindless’ they were trying to get to them, regardless of physically stepping on people in front of them.

Things got way worse for those who could recognize people around them—especially people from Bright who were acquaintances with many of the slaves.

"Rodney!" Micheal yelled, gritting his teeth as he saw a person he recognized—one of the new guards back then—among the slaves. Rodney came with Garan to Bright back then. If Gill was here, he’d recognize this person as the kind-hearted man who stopped to warn them at the risk of his own hide.

Micheal remembered him because he worked very hard—much more passionate than the younger guards—and he had a bright personality that inspired the others.

This time though, he had no good skin left and tears flowed down his face.

"So painful…" they could hear him whisper as he clawed on them, "Kill me please…"

They couldn’t bear to do so—how could they—but they did do their best to immobilize them as safely as they could.

In Rodney’s case, Micheal used his ropes to immobilize them. He actually bought ropes from the shop after seeing all the guards had them. Now he understood what they were for.

Micheal and the other people of Bright had to deal with former comrades like so, along with dozens of others. They were filled with bruises and could barely walk straight, but they kept moving. It felt like a bit more movement and tendons would break and their legs would be irreparable. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

On other sides, there would be many times wherein Alterans had no choice but to hurt the ’slaves’ to defend themselves. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry," they would say as they attacked, hoping it didn’t kill anyone.

This was what they believed as the guilt might consume them otherwise.

They even saw an old man who could barely walk. When the old man fell down unable to get back up, they felt a bit of heartbreak, but no one dared get into this mob if they had some brains.

However, the door of a house opened suddenly and a man jumped into the sea of slaves, squeezing in and—unsurprisingly—about to drown.

"DAD! Please help him up! PLEASE!" Basil yelled and it so happened that Angelo and Jesse were nearby. The cousins looked at each other and then at a few shieldsmen teammates. With this force, they waved through the ’zombies’ and dragged the old man (and the man) after much effort, throwing them back to the house.