18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 72

Lukas, with his eavesdropping tendencies, commented, "Sounds like they're breaking down doors. Seems like there's quite a crowd." Stella's expression was stern. "The cold snap hit hard the night before last. I reckon a lot of folks didn't make it. They're probably breaking into the homes of the deceased." "That... that's pretty ruthless."

Stella shrugged. "Can't help it. The dead must make way for the living." If her guess was right, it was Drew, checking on survivors, and then organizing manpower to scavenge what they could from the homes of the deceased.

Lukas said in disbelief, "We've had floods for months, and not a grain of rice is left in anyone's pantry. Some folks have even boiled unimaginable things for food. All burnable furniture has been chopped up for heat. What do they hope to find by breaking down doors?" "There's always something to salvage."

Despite their discomfort, no one had words of criticism. They'd been lucky to have found supplies, but if they were in the same situation, they might've also resorted to looting the homes of the dead. As Stella said, the dead had to make way for the living. Feeling depressed, they all waved goodbye and headed home to burrow under their blankets.

Venturing outside almost led to frostbite. On returning home, she was tempted to press their hands against the heaters.

Snowy was nursing her kittens, while Smoky was out hunting for food, twirling around Stella incessantly. Both rabbits were in good spirits. Their diet was now supplemented with some grass and feed.

The heavens had shown some mercy. Stella managed to till about 100 square feet of land, dug small holes to plant corn seeds, then covered them up with soil. The mental exertion left her feeling drained, as if her body was hollowed out. Feeling hungry, she craved a Snickers bar!

Everyone in 1803 was enthusiastic, sweeping the rooftop of snow every day, even remembering to bring down Stella and Jasper's share.

No one spoke of it, but they knew their survival skills weren't as strong as Stella and Jasper's. They contributed more to finding supplies, which meant they had an advantage in distribution. Hence, they did what they could.

Despite Stella's objections, the tenants of 1803 wouldn't listen.

The idea of taking turns to collect snow from the rooftop was considered, but every time Stella and Jasper opened the door, buckets filled with snow were already placed at the entrance.

Perhaps this made them feel better, and Stella didn't stop them anymore.

room door and pour the snow into the garden, serving

was reluctant and feeling guilty for wasting her friends' efforts, but who would refuse

noticeably, other times subtly. It had dipped

noise, it seemed like even the 17th floor had been broken into. Presumably, the losses were substantial. After all, this was the south, neither the architectural design of the houses nor the

knocking was heard again from downstairs. This time it was Katie. With the harsh weather,

bush. "Stella, there's

worried expression,

clutching her hand. "Stella,

cotton blanket, she would have frozen to death on the night of the sudden temperature drop. Waking up in the cold, she ran to her son and

Moore family was fortunate, but others were not. Many lives had already been lost due to the floods and famine,

without experiencing a winter in the south that

region was already damp and cold. In addition to that, the flooding had reached the level of the sixth floor,

students renting rooms, many of the residents were elderly or children. Compared to before the storm,

extreme cold, what on earth was happening

based on your conditions. You were well-prepared because

insisted, bringing a jar of fermented fish as a thank-you gift. "This is a specialty from my daughter-in-law's hometown.

jar weighed about three to four pounds. It was a

of fermented fish in Arcadia, but Katie was persistent in gifting her one. Eventually, Katie almost lost her temper, so Stella reluctantly

and frostbite cases in the neighborhood. That girl Sadie even had the nerve to come knocking for medicine. We don't have any medicine. She's been coming several times, making

why would the Moore family have to provide medicine? Even if they had some, they'd need to save

frowned. With so many deaths, how was it that Sadie survived? She really