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?"

wait a few days until the leaves come

they wanted to say. Stella, sensing their hesitation, pretended not to notice and tossed a pork bone into the pot to stew with the

own rations. Stella was looking forward to finally eating the food she

set up

out relief food was not a long-term solution. The city was trying

impact on the residents of 1803. The disaster was not going to end anytime soon, and no one knew what the future held. During the holiday, the

would become even more difficult to find supplies. They couldn't wait until they had run out of everything before starting to look for more. Besides, it was unhealthy for three adults to be cooped

was the best fit. It was a risky job and it only paid eight pounds of food per month. But at least it included meals and accommodation, and they

residents of 1803 knew they couldn't compare with Stella and Jasper, who could support themselves even without working. They needed to plan

Stella couldn't reveal that Arcadia to provide for them, plus

remember to stay

would never work.

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

make up for it by providing some food. Stella didn't say yes or no. She would wait to see how things

most vulnerable person of room 1803 had become

security patrol job was dangerous and required quick reflexes and good physical fitness, so there was less competition for it. When they went for their interview, the police officer and

same area as the Sunrise Sanctuary. It was

tomorrow. But because of the distance, they would have to set

all

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

crossbows, knives, and bulletproof vests made of

companions had brought them along just in case, but they wouldn't use them unless

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

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