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

to say. Stella, sensing their hesitation, pretended not to

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

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

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

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

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 everything before starting to look for more. Besides, it was unhealthy for three adults

their options, they concluded that the security patrol was the best fit. It was a risky job and it only paid eight pounds of food per month.

with Stella and Jasper, who could support

that Arcadia to provide for them, plus she didn't have the capacity to support

but remember to stay

never work. Not in this

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

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

even the most vulnerable person of room 1803 had

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

trio passed the interview but unfortunately, they weren't assigned to the same area as the Sunrise Sanctuary. It was so far away that they

But because of the distance, they would have to set off

pack. "Did you all

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

made of color-coated steel

of guns was not easy. Angela and her companions had brought them along just in case,

us to carry weapons, guns are still prohibited. Make sure to hide them well. If

each carry two bullets and left the rest with Stella for safekeeping. "If anyone dares to attack the 18th floor, don't hesitate