18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 138

The ice layer melted under the sun's exposure in an astonishing speed. The surface was smooth with no grip, making it impossible for the people in the water to climb back up.

Two individuals, quick on their feet, darted towards the building, but their pace was no match for the speed of the cracking ice. They slipped, fell, and were immediately swallowed by the icy waters below.

A year of disasters had pushed their bodies to the brink. Already severely weakened, they were unable to resist the bone-chilling water that filled their mouths and nostrils. They fell and rose in the water, but never managed to climb back up. Stella's walkie-talkie rang, drawing her back to the present.

"Stella, the heatwave is coming earlier than expected."

A chill ran down her spine at the thought. "Do you feel like the sunlight is too glaring?"

Jasper was knocking at the door. "Yes, and the temperature is rising too quickly."

Once the door was opened, their eyes met.

Many had died of heat in their previous lives. Now that the heatwave was arriving earlier, the consequences would be even worse.

Remembering the sauna-like weather she had experienced before, Stella felt a shiver run down her spine. Given a choice, she would rather face the freezing weather. At least they could snuggle under the blankets then.

Seeing her serious expression, Jasper reassured her. "We've prepared for this. We'll pull through."

Yes, they would pull through.

She had survived before when she was alone, without food or water. Now, not only did she have Arcadia and Cooper, she also had a boyfriend, and some friends. Her situation was far better than before.

After breakfast, they discussed the matter of harvesting the potatoes.

They had the growth stimulants, but the heatwave had arrived early and the potatoes weren't fully grown yet.

They dug up a pot and found that the potatoes were smaller than the previous batch and their taste was even more bitter. If they were to harvest them now, not only would the yield be significantly reduced, the immature potatoes would also be harder to preserve. Jasper asked, "Should we harvest them?"

The potatoes on the balcony, exposed to the sun, had wilted under the rising temperatures.

them for now. I'll

of pots of potatoes were all taken into Arcadia and neatly arranged

"Jasper, I feel hot."

changed her clothes three times. Even in a dress, she

was still cold, but being on the top floor, the concrete roof had been baked to a blinding

72 degrees. Even in the living room, they could feel the heat seeping down from

top floor. Without air conditioning, it was already

only was Rosie feeling hot; even Cooper

now crouched quietly, panting with his tongue sticking

1801, taking out the power bank and the portable fan, and made sure to

wanted to turn on the air conditioner, but the noise from the external unit was

conditioner was turned on, it would undoubtedly signal to all

The cold air blowing from the fan made Rosie

suit, didn't feel particularly hot. However, she was a bit worried

been gone for several days, but

asked, "You want to go pick up Cody and the

people outside now,

a bit longer. A lot of areas still have ice.

for her. "Perhaps they're also waiting for the ice to melt before coming back. If we miss them, it'll be more troublesome." He had a point, so Stella

a nap and used a large ice cube to cool down. With the fan and air conditioner blowing,

for the past year of its absence, relentlessly baking the steel and concrete that

over it, and

worried. "You stay home.

adamant. "No need, I

in 1803 weren't her friends, would he go? She appreciated his concern, but she didn't want to rely on him for everything and ultimately become over-dependent.

the heavy inflatable boat, Stella

the indescribable smell assaulted the nostrils. On the water surface, there were various garbage bags floating everywhere. It was nauseating to look at

put on two masks, placed the inflated boat on the water, and skillfully began to row. The roar of

was the people from the 18th floor