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

On another side of the territory, Alterans were also helping out injured citizens and the slaves. A lot of the slaves had woken up around the clinic, and some woke up with a friend or family there waiting for them to wake up.

There were plenty of sobs as they realized they were freed from Fargo. There were reunions abound, but also sobs of losses.

Not everyone had been placed in placed in the clinic yet, this included the hundreds of corpses around. After all, they had to handle those who were still breathing, and this unfortunately meant some corpses were just lying around for now.

For one, there was a woman crying on the corner, holding a man’s corpse.

”Nooo…. My love… wuuu…”

It was Shannon, hugging her boyfriend tightly as she sobbed. After the female Alterans got rid of her abuser, she watched their battle very closely, hoping to find a way to help out. She happened to be near where Fargo’s battles were and she wondered if she could get one of those fallen bows and arrows to assist.

However, she wasn’t able to do so in the end because Fargo called in the slaves—and she saw her fiance in it! She didn’t even think much and opened her door, hoping to rescue him somehow.

However, she ended up being pulled into the crowd. She thought she’d drown and get stepped on, but she was lifted up and pushed aside by an Alteran fighting nearby. She was still elbowed a lot, but she was at least upright with the wall as a cover.

This Alteran was Cassie, she knew, as she had been watching her a lot since her defeat of that bastard.

What they didn’t expect was for Fargo to send earth spikes around as he stepped back, targeting the Alterans who had somehow gone over the slaves to attack him. It hit some of them, while others missed, and Shannon saw one go straight to her.

She didn’t have any equipment at all—and she knew there was no way she’d survive it.

But her boyfriend—who seemed to just be going after the Alterans near her—happened to enter its path, getting stabbed by it instead.

People might think it was just him being unlucky, but she knew her fiance to have extremely strong willpower—she instinctively felt he stepped on his way.

Which, to be honest, was even more heartbreaking.

How… how was she able to live through this?

Cassie, who was limping and had a lot of bandages all over, sighed at the tragic sight the girl created. She walked over, offering to help out, and together they carried the man to the side, letting his head rest on his fiance’s thighs.

Cassie was nearby when this man died as one of the Alterans who was after Fargo at the time, though they couldn’t get too close because of the strongmen around him.

She had seen what happened and, like Shannon, she believed that the small move was on purpose. She looked at the poor girl with red eyes, hoping she would get through this and move on.

”He was a slave with orders, but he managed to save his lover in the end,” she said as she looked at the man’s face, ”No wonder he’s smiling.”

Shannon blinked and parted a bit to see. It was true, he was smiling and he had a peaceful expression on his face.

Shannon sobbed, but at the same time, she understood—she could not waste his sacrifice.

Even if it was hard… she knew she had to live well, regardless.

…

She wasn’t the only one who had tragic reunions. For instance, there was Chucky, who held onto the corpse of his baby brother. He had been too late to rescue him, allowing the other slaves to step on him, crushing his weak body.

They had already started to create a cremation area and he—no matter how reluctant—had to bring his brother’s body.

He was only fourteen years old…

How would his mother take this news?

”Just live well,” a teammate said, patting his shoulder. ”You don’t want your mother to lose both her sons, right?”

Chucky heaved a deep, shaky, breath as he patted the boy’s head.

”I’ll take care of mum for the both of us,” he said, sniffing, before finally letting the others take the body for cremation.

”Rest well.”

…

While there were many sad reunions that resonated across the territory, there were also happy ones. For instance, Tacky and his sister Lanni, who had just woken up in the clinic. As one of the main participants of the war, he naturally managed to get his sister on the ’priority list’.

Tacky felt so fortunate that his sister was okay. At this time, the two were sobbing in each other’s arms, happy to find each other.

They asked each other about what happened during the migration, and she told him her first territory was Bright Village. It was really nice, comparatively, but it all ended because of the war.

She told him about how they were attacked, and how she was the only one who survived because one of the men liked her mole.

”What about mum?” Tacky asked Lanni. They were shopping together at a mall when the disaster happened. The mention of their mother made her sob even more.

”She... she became one immediately,” she mumbled, sobbing, recalling how her own mother tried to eat her.

Tacky sighed, patting her back. ”At least she didn’t suffer anymore. Dad…” he paused, ”We actually managed to survive all the way here, we fought so much…”

His eyes turned red, ”Who’d have thought…”

His voice faltered as his sister looked at him with teary eyes, unsure whether she wanted to hear it.

But they both knew she should know, so Tacky told her what happened anyway. ”He… he saw how Belize and the others were taking girls… and he…”

Lanni had stayed long enough in Fargo and heard of stories. She broke into tears and her brother saw her like this and couldn’t help but do the same.

They both broke into sobs. It got so loud that it caught the attention of the others. It was like they went back to being children—that, in a sense, they actually still were.

However, despite the noise, no one stopped them, and some people even joined in. Like dominoes, more and more people couldn’t stop their own tears and before long a whole area was crying.

They cried loudly, some to the top of their lungs, releasing heaving sobs they didn’t know they still had after puberty.

After the migration, a lot of them had—albeit quietly—cried a lot, but after a while their tears had dried and their hearts felt tired.

After witnessing a few more deaths and brushed with it themselves, no one really cried anymore—they didn’t have the time nor the energy to do so anymore.

But now… it felt like a dam had gone loose, and they let out all their emotions, as if yelling of how they had been wronged—as if they were throwing tantrums at the world.

Maybe they were.

Either way: It felt so, incredibly, refreshing.