18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 120

Cody was distracted, losing miserably at the game.

Thankfully, they were only gambling with snacks. Otherwise, in his current state, he would have lost his underwear.

In the afternoon, the Moore family paid a visit, bringing over a local delicacy from their hometown-deep fried doughnuts.

The residents of room 1803 reciprocated with some snacks. They weren't overly generous, but they made sure not to leave the Moore family feeling short-changed.

In the evening, they had dinner, watched some TV, and took the dog for a walk. That was how they spent Christmas, not bothered about working out.

On the next day, the food drastically deteriorated-overnight mashed potatoes, and pasta mixed with meat sauce.

Out of sheer boredom, the inhabitants of 1803 started working out. Rosie and Cooper trained together, while Stella and Jasper practiced with each other.

On the eighth day, bundled up in thick clothing, the occupants of 1803 prepared to go out for some fresh air. They were on the verge of going stir-crazy. "Stella, are you coming?"

Having survived three years in the post-apocalyptic world in her past life, Stella was used to the harsh conditions. "It's too cold," she replied.

Not long after the trio left, the walkie-talkie rang. "The cold-resistant potatoes are sprouting."

Even the sprouting of potatoes was enough to pique Stella's interest in these boring times. "I'm on my way."

Upon reaching Unit 1801's balcony, she saw the potatoes breaking through the soil, their tiny sprouts showing a hint of green.

She counted, and about seventy to eighty percent of the potatoes had sprouted. Assuming the rest would sprout in a few days, the survival rate was satisfactory. This was all thanks to the quality of the soil. It was fluffy and nutrient-rich. On the other hand, the Moore family's potatoes were not faring as well. Their soil, which was dug up from the outside, was hard, sticky, and lacking in nutrients. Even with Katie's farming expertise, their sprouts were weaker. "Do we start giving them light now?"

shook her head. "Let's wait a few

in the evening, they seemed to have something they wanted to say. Stella, sensing their hesitation, pretended not to notice

the food she had hoarded from Arcadia. She was practically salivating at the thought. After dinner, Angela finally spoke up. "Stella, I

postings today. The city even set up a procurement department

a man a fish feeds him for a day. Teaching a man to fish feeds him for a lifetime. Handing out relief food was not a long-term solution. The city was trying to encourage people to become self-reliant. There were jobs for farmers, coal miners,

disaster was not going to end anytime soon, and no one knew what the future

rationing, their hoarded supplies could last two years. But what about after that? If the harsh conditions continued, it would become even more difficult to find supplies. They couldn't wait until they had run out of

they concluded that the security patrol was the best fit. It was a

couldn't compare with Stella and Jasper, who could

couldn't reveal that Arcadia to provide for them, plus she didn't have

but remember to

never work.

application form tomorrow and see if I can get the job. If I do, then you and Jasper will

some food.

of intensive training, even the most vulnerable person of room 1803

was less competition for it. When they went

assigned to the same area as the Sunrise

start work the day after tomorrow. But because of the distance,

all get assigned to

same area, but we'll be assigned

along crossbows, knives, and bulletproof vests made of color-coated steel

and her companions had brought them along just

them, "Although they now allow us to carry weapons, guns are still prohibited. Make sure to hide them well. If they're discovered, they'll

bullets and left the rest with Stella for safekeeping. "If anyone