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.

Arcadia. Stella would close the room door and pour the snow into the garden, serving

efforts, but who would refuse the the clean

noticeably, other times subtly. It

banging echoed from below and was continuing for several days before silence returned. Judging from the 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 cold-resistant clothing were as

knocking was heard again from downstairs. This time it was Katie. With the harsh weather, it was clear she wasn't here

didn't beat around the bush. "Stella, there's something we need to

worried expression, Stella

down, clutching her hand. "Stella, you're

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

fortunate, but others were not. Many lives had already been lost due to the floods and famine, with more succumbing to

her entire life without experiencing a winter in

reached the level

were elderly or children. Compared to before the storm, she estimated only around 30 to 40

extreme cold, what on

praise. "I only provided advice based on your conditions. You were well-prepared because you

jar of fermented fish as a thank-you gift. "This is a specialty

jar weighed about three to four

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

frostbite cases in the neighborhood. That girl Sadie even had the nerve to come knocking for medicine. We don't have any medicine.

had some, they'd need to save it for their own survival. This weather was no joke; a simple cold could be

how was