After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1982

Chapter 1982: Rebuilding and Recoveries

While Althea and the others were worrying about the children, Newcomers watched as the territory get rebuilt at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"So this is Alterra..." Nana mumbled as she looked around, observing and absorbing the new sight. The others, as well as the dwarves who were hanging off of them, were doing the same thing.

Walls of the structures were cracked, dust and grime were everywhere, many trees and shrubs had been burned or uprooted, and there was debris everywhere.

The town had mostly been decimated, and there was no part of the territory that remained untouched.

This was natural after a war. Rather, the usual sight after a war was like this: destroyed streets splattered with blood and grime, and the entire territory filled with desolation.

This was regardless of whether they won or not.

In a big war, there was only a loser and a bigger loser.

Even if a territory won, a good portion of them would’ve been killed. Bodies littered the streets, and most families would’ve lost someone. Possibly, unnecessarily.

On the winning side of a bloody war, only those up top would probably be celebrating. The commoner folk were too busy trying to recover what they could, all while attempting to heal their wounds.

But in Alterra, they felt something a bit different. It was very...orderly? People were sad and forlorn, but there was a certain strength emanating from them. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

It was difficult to describe. All they knew was that these people gave the impression that everyone would keep moving forward, even when the present was heavy.

There were people actively restoring the place. In every street, there were people taking the uprooted shrubs and trees, carrying them to another area.

There were also plenty who were clearing out the debris, placing them on a broat-pulled cart filled with various trash and miscellaneous items.

The rescue operations seemed to be endless, and the corpses were all lined up properly at the side.

They could see many people head to this place, nervously checking the faces of the corpses. Sometimes, they would see someone falling down and crying over a body, while others find comfort in not finding their relatives in the area. At least for now.

When someone fainted from the extreme emotion, they would be taken directly to get treated as well.

It was all quite...gentle.

There was no body splayed out carelessly, and no matter how injured or hopeless, they were all treated with respect. Those who still had a breath—even the faintest ones—would be carried over to get treated elsewhere.

Even those who had lost a limb or two—which were usually considered ’dead’ already, regardless of whether they were still breathing—were all treated with care, as if the rescuers truly wanted to rescue them.

There was a sense that no one would be abandoned.

As for the enemies, they were also piled up, but in a different area. At the same time, if there was also an injured enemy, especially if it were a slave, they would also get treatment.

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