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 few days until the leaves

Stella, sensing their hesitation, pretended not to

would be eating their own rations. Stella was looking forward to finally eating the food she had hoarded from Arcadia. She was practically salivating at the thought. After dinner, Angela finally spoke up. "Stella, I want to apply

city even set up a procurement department to buy things like firewood and

him for a day. Teaching a man to fish feeds him for a lifetime. Handing out relief food was not a long-term

knew

it would become even more difficult to find supplies. They couldn't wait

skills. After considering their options, they concluded that the security patrol was the best fit. It was a risky job and it

and Jasper, who could support themselves even without working. They

had to find a way to survive. Stella couldn't reveal that Arcadia to provide for

but remember to

would never work. Not in this

a sigh of relief. "I'll fill out the application form tomorrow and see if I can get

much, so they would make up for it by providing some food. Stella didn't say yes

the most vulnerable person of room 1803 had

competition for it. When they

to the same area as the Sunrise Sanctuary. It was so far away that they would have to

of

them pack. "Did you all get assigned

area, but we'll be assigned to

along crossbows, knives, and bulletproof vests made of color-coated steel plates. They also carried

ordinary people, getting hold of guns was not easy. Angela and her companions had brought them along just in case, but they wouldn't use them unless absolutely

"Although they now allow us to carry weapons, guns are still prohibited. Make

rest with Stella for safekeeping. "If anyone dares to attack