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?"

"Let's wait a

and the others returned in the evening, they seemed to have something they wanted to say. Stella, sensing their hesitation, pretended not to notice and tossed a pork bone into the pot to stew with

the holiday. From tomorrow, everyone would be eating their own rations. Stella was looking forward to finally eating the food she

today. The city even set up a

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

end anytime soon, and no one knew what the future held. During

conditions continued, it would become even more difficult to find supplies. They couldn't wait until they had run out of everything before starting

options, they concluded that the security patrol was the best fit. It was a risky job

they couldn't compare with Stella and Jasper, who could support themselves even

couldn't reveal that Arcadia to

good, but remember

work.

application form tomorrow and see if I can get the

they would make up for it by providing some food.

of intensive training, even the most

fitness, so there was less competition for it. When they went for their interview, the police officer and the patrol

weren't assigned to the same area as the Sunrise Sanctuary.

after tomorrow. But because of the distance, they would have

all get assigned to the same

same area, but we'll be assigned to teams after we report for

knives, and bulletproof vests made of color-coated steel plates. They

Angela and her companions had brought them along just in case, but they wouldn't use

to carry weapons, guns are still prohibited. Make sure

discussing, they decided to each carry two bullets and left the rest with Stella for safekeeping. "If anyone dares