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.

moment. "Let's not harvest them for now. I'll put them in Arcadia's Garden and see

so, the dozens of pots of potatoes were all taken into Arcadia and neatly arranged in

"Jasper, I feel hot."

Rosie had changed her clothes

still cold, but being on the top floor, the

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

the biggest downside to living on the top floor. Without air conditioning, it was already unbearably hot usually,

feeling hot; even Cooper couldn't

lively and energetic dog was now crouched quietly, panting

power bank and

conditioner, but the

18th floor, there were already quite a few water tanks. If the air conditioner was turned on, it would undoubtedly signal to all survivors that the 18th floor had both water and electricity-come

was turned on, it was immediately claimed by Cooper and Rosie. The cold air blowing from the fan made Rosie cheer with

thermo-regulated suit, didn't feel particularly hot. However, she was a bit

for several days, but they hadn't returned. Could something

"You want to go pick up

"There are fewer people outside now,

have ice. If the inflatable boat gets punctured halfway, it'll be more

for the ice to melt before coming back. If we miss them, it'll be more troublesome." He

to cool down. With the fan and air conditioner blowing, the hot

baking the steel and concrete that stood above the water. Stella went to the balcony to check the temperature when a hot gust of wind greeted her. It was 43 degrees. The water was shimmering under the sunlight. The ice

over it, and donning a hat and mask,

"You stay home. I'll go get

need, I can handle

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. Besides, she was wearing a thermal suit and wouldn't get a heatstroke.

the heavy inflatable boat, Stella went down to the 7th

was noticeably cooler, but the indescribable smell assaulted the nostrils. On the water surface,

began to row. The roar of the engine attracted

from the 18th