18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 115

The man was a member of the Wreath Society, and before the apocalypse, many people came to him requesting his works. Even for a simple wreath, he never charged less than five thousand dollars. Who would have thought that when disaster struck, what he was good at and proud of wouldn't even trade for a single grain of rice.

His family was on the brink of ruin, without any food to bring back, they wouldn't even make it through the night.

There was plenty of flour in Arcadia, but none of it was renewable. They had planted a small field of wheat, but who knew if it would bear any crop. Stella was reluctant to part with it, "A pound of potatoes?" Renewable resources were no issue, and the next harvest of potatoes was nearly ready.

The middle-aged man paused, then nodded eagerly.

The man had accounted for some bargaining when he proposed half a pound of flour. Yesterday, a customer had wanted to buy, and he had dropped the price to a few ounces of flour, but the deal had ultimately fallen through.

Stella pulled out four black-skinned potatoes from her bag. They weighed over a pound, and she handed them to the man, hidden behind an unrolled scroll of cloth.

These had been set aside to freeze a few days ago; she wouldn't dare show off the fresh ones unless she had a death wish.

The man peeled the potatoes with his fingernails, and seeing the fresh meat inside, quickly stashed them in his pocket. Here, making money was one thing, and bring back food was another.

With the wreaths in hand, Stella continued her walk.

Coincidentally, she ran into the guy who owned the pet clinic.

The deworming medicine would last for three or four years, but Stella still felt it wasn't enough. After all, her dog, Cooper, would be with her for the rest of her life.

Cooper was getting smarter and was finding his toys too childish. He preferred to keep his rabbit toy pinned to the ground and rub it. However, she did want a backpack, and a few incredibly stylish pet clothes. Adding it all up, it was a significant haul, traded for three pounds of frozen potatoes.

As she walked, she was suddenly bumped into. Stella swiftly turned and grabbed the man's hand, pressing a sharp dagger against his waist, and coldly said, "Got a death wish?"

The man was a pickpocket, with a sharp blade in his hand. Assuming a girl would be an easy target and could be scared off easily, he didn't expect to meet such a tough opponent.

The man struggled to escape. For such habitual offenders, Stella didn't hold back, delivering a punch to his temple. The temple was a weak spot, a punch wouldn't be lethal, but it would certainly knock him out.

The man collapsed, unconscious. Stella didn't look back and continued her stroll.

The other people turned a blind eye, their expressions numb. They didn't even know where their next meal was coming from, let alone concern themselves with the fate of others.

man was still breathing, they quickly began to resuscitate him, and were surprised to find various blades, daggers, and kitchen knives on him. No need to say it, he was a criminal. They handed him over

finished her shopping, Stella was about to return home when a

sounded familiar. After sizing him

aback, "Do you know

him. He had monkey-like cheeks, hence

her scarf and face mask,

Monkey nearly screamed, blood rushing to

Five hundred thousand dollars!

back then, his boss had personally praised and rewarded him. But who knew, the flood didn't recede, and the

glory of the past turned into crap.

organization that honored their commitments, and they had to accept the outcomes of their deals. Suppressing his raging

"What kind of meat?"

"Pork and beef."

pigs, so she wasn't worried about pork for the rest of her

cut a few ounces each time to satisfy their cravings, and it felt rather stingy. So Stella was

much do

need as much

became alert, "Can you eat

she was trying to compete with them, could it?

worry about how much I eat. Just

was an opportunity. Monkey led her to a secluded corner and spoke frankly, "We don't

was traumatized. "That's obvious; the government doesn't accept

punched in the gut. Taking a deep breath, he said calmly, "The cow was just slaughtered, and the

fish from

Stella and Cooper loved fish. Despite the fact that Stella had hoarded a lot of it, the weight decreased significantly after

all meat, and trading five pounds for one

hoarded had its uses, and the items she scavenged would have

it would be too conspicuous to bring

highly valuable to others. Stella quickly came up with an idea and whispered, "Do you want protections?" Protections? He was

it and his eyes lit up with