After Surviving The Apocalypse, I Built A City In Another World

Meeting an Old Friend

[09:02:22]

Althea walked out of the elevator in a happy mood, plasma gun secured on her back.

Then, she needed to find herself a good ride. As such, after a little thought, she decided to go to the drug lord's garage and see what she could get.

When she got there, she realized that the drug lord's garage was a warehouse!

As she entered, the lights automatically turned in, revealing a huge array of cars for her to choose from.

It ranged from the best local sedans, to the foreign ones, to the SUVs, AUVs, and then there were luxury RVs and even helicopters.

There was even a small plane...

However, she was going to the city. There would definitely be too many cars blocking the road, and even if there was a monster truck here she probably wouldn't use it.

She walked deeper to look for more suitable choices and eventually found the two-wheeled vehicles and her eyes brightened.

The Jazzer series! The top of the line of this type of motorcycles.

She normally wouldn't know, but who told her brother to gush about it.

In the end, she chose a high-performing motorcycle with the least noise rate and the sturdiest specifications.

The model was excellent, it was very fast and famous for its strong engine that didn't produce any noise at all.

Most importantly, it was comfortable. Even her very pregnant self could sit properly and safely.

When she went out the gate, she took a minute to check the status of the father and daughter from before.

She could see the father and daughter poking at the gate from her side of the street.

Unlike her house, their house has wide gaps in their metallic fence. They can do this technique along the entire perimeter of the property.

And from their expressions, they seemed... to be enjoying it? Like a parent-child pair bonding in an arcade...

She shook her head in amusement, before picking up the helmet and climbing up the motorcycle, heading to the exit of the villa area.

However, as she exited the main gate she saw a swift figure coming at her.

She instinctively maneuvered the bike to the side and raised her plasma gun, aiming at the attacking critter.

Just that... it wasn't really attacking?

It was a dog. A dog about a meter in height. In appearance it was a combination of various breeds, exhibiting the beautiful gestures of each one: it had amazing smooth fluff, long drooping ears, large eyes, a pointed but rounded nose, and a perennial smiley face.

It was also an old friend.

"Fufi?!"

She quickly parked the motorcycle and climbed down, walking closer to the dog.

She stared at it closely and, looking at its stupid look, she knew for sure this wasn't a zombie dog.

She leaned down with a bit of a challenge due to her large stomach, and the dog ambled closer in response.

Seeing his cute look, she couldn't help but smother his face, and patted his head like she always did. "How are you okay?!"

Indeed, it not only survived the weird force, it also didn't turn into a zombie.

Fufi was a beautiful mutt dog she had been feeding for over a year now. He was obviously a mixed breed but very beautiful, his Labrador blood obviously a little more dominant in the gene pool.