Everyone nodded.
"The reason for our extinction was a microorganism we have no way of becoming immune to."
"We still don't know exactly what it is."
"We also don't know why this microorganism came into being."
"We only know the consequences of its appearance."
"We don't know whether we'll survive in the future either. All we can do is carve down the main achievements of our human Civilization."
Under the chief's soothing words, everyone temporarily stopped feeling resentful.
Loku continued carving things into the stone walls of the cave.
"Our Civilization has developed to the point where people respect one another..."
"We believe that people should be equal."
"They should cooperate with each other, mutually..."
After he finished carving those words, he was beaten up by those people that night and ordered to stand watch.
All because the chief had said too much during the day, making some people unhappy.
The next day.
He continued carving: "We once formed groups to survive together."
"We created a brilliant culture."
That night, he was beaten again.
The third day...
The same activities repeated, and so did the same treatment.
He kept carving like that.
Until this day.
Someone on watch shouted, "This is bad! A Swift Undead is coming up!"
Just from its name, one could tell that a Swift Undead was an undead with incredible speed.
Similar to a Licker.
It was more than four or five times faster than an ordinary person.
Over a hundred-meter dash, it was far faster than a cheetah.
For this kind of undead, killing any survivor was effortless.
It was one of the greatest enemies that ground-level survivor bases could encounter.
It was even more terrifying than those fat undead with boundless strength and sturdy defenses.
They could still shake off fat undead by driving