After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Leaving the House

As she stepped out of the threshold, she mentally reviewed what she knew of her milieu.

The neighborhood she lived in was an upper-class neighborhood. It was located in the suburbs very near downtown, with residential composition ranging from nouveau riche, politicians, and stars.

Each lot cut was around 300 sqm each, which was already very large considering this was still basically within the scope of the city. It could be said that a square meter of land here was worth a ton of gold.

It wasn't that her adoptive family was so rich, however. They managed to own such a house because it was bought early by her mother's grandparents when it was still valued low.

When her mother was young, a developer wanted to buy the lot for a questionable price but they refused.

Thankfully, at the time, mother already made a name for herself in the academe and had developed a good network, so the developer could only compromise and let them join the development for a fair price.

When they passed, the will named the three of them for a joint ownership.

Althea was incredibly touched by the gesture. Not by the money, but the thought that in their heart she and her husband were truly family.

It was just that her brother was often on business trips, and her husband was often on missions, so when their parents left, the house was often empty.

There were a total of 47 houses in this villa area, a couple of which took two or three cuts, all of them were undoubtedly well-off and should have at least a bit of wealth at home. Such a pity for their hard-earned digital assets though...

Such a pity...

In any case, she set her eyes on the house to her left, simply because the house on the right still had screaming women in it.

She was not about to rob people who were still alive, nor would she risk her life to save others who may just want to depend on her...

Forgive her for being unfeeling, but she couldn't do thankless things.

She spent years in an orphanage and—even with the deliberate protection of her now-husband—she had been exposed to the dark side of society fairly early.

She was never the innocent little girl who wanted to save the world.

More importantly, the people from that house were all snobbish nouveau riche whose daughters had more than once ogled her husband inappropriately like hungry hyenas looking at delicious meat.

She ignored the ear-piercing screams that also attracted a lot of zombies and turned towards her gate.

As she neared the gate, she went to check if there were many monsters outside. After all, the disaster happened at the height of nightlife.

She slowly opened the gate and closed it just as quickly. A second later, five zombies were trying to stretch their claws in.

She stepped back, a bit scared, but she remembered the experience and the bit of money she could receive.

So she gathered her wits and courage and, using the sharp edge of the shaft, she poked the zombies in the eyes. It was easier than before because their arms were trapped in the gate.

Elated by the discovery, she quickly poked the head of the others that were trapped.

[+5 copper coins, + 5 experience]

[+5 copper coins, + 5 experience]

[+5 copper coins, + 5 experience]

[+5 copper coins, + 5 experience]

[+5 copper coins, + 5 experience]

To be honest, if it wasn't for the rancid smell that entered her nose and killed her brain, this could have been quite addicting.

It was like playing the ancient-themed arcade game of whack-a-mole.

Then the stench interrupted her thoughts again and she felt like vomiting for real.

She ran to the house to drink some water, because it would be a waste to use the bottled water in her backpack.

While inside the house, she took a package of face masks and wore one.

She would be exploring the neighborhood after all, the smell would only get worse.

If she didn't do anything, maybe her nose would lose its function.

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She paused at a thought, an idea brewing in her mind.

Smell.