18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 173

Stepping out from Arcadia, the night had already cast its dark blanket over everything.

Jasper docked the yacht close to the shore, not hurrying Stella to pull it back into Arcadia.

They were quite a distance away from the fishing village and the dock. It was unlikely anyone would be around at this hour, but out of caution, Jasper donned his night vision goggles and scanned the dark for a while, ensuring there were no issues. To avoid drawing attention with the motorboat, they paddled their rubber dinghy to shore.

Once ashore, they faced an incline leading to the coastal highway. There was no path, just brambles and reeds taller than a person.

Jasper led the way with his machete, shielding Stella behind him and flattening a path before allowing her to follow. "Watch your step," he cautioned.

After some time, they made it to the highway. Stella got into their car, flicking on the headlights. "Are you okay?"

Jasper was fine, save for a few scratches on his hands from the brambles and reeds. They were bleeding a little but were not serious. Stella took out an iodine solution to disinfect his wounds before applying band-aids.

In the darkness, they slowly drove along the highway. One drove, and the other kept vigil.

Upon safely returning to the villa, Stella's mood brightened. She took out some premium food from Arcadia to celebrate.

With the addition of a yacht, they felt more secure about potential sea survival scenarios.

The trip to the coast was worth it. They had been stocking up on dry goods and, with the 3,000 pounds they just acquired, they now had over 10,000 pounds of seafood.

Not only was it enough to last them a lifetime, but it could also be used for trading in the future.

Despite the abundance of seafood, they knew they couldn't eat it recklessly. Stella contemplated that it was time to stock up on fresh goods.

After dinner, the trio and the dog enjoyed the moonlight, stargazing and munching on watermelon on the rooftop.

her elbows, marveled at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful here.

it was the environment or the resources, it was far superior to what they

less worry about others with ill intentions. Walking

can stay. We can bring the

She had stocked up a lot of hay, enough

the post-apocalyptic world. As more and more refugees gathered on the coast, their

back 1,200 pounds of fresh goods each day. The bounty

mussels, snails, and more. There were

They tried every recipe they

month had passed. They had stocked up enough food to last for

beer, and brought out the barbecue to the rooftop to feast. Just as they were starting to eat, Austin showed up again. Rosie quickly

saved some oysters for Austin. They didn't dare give him any

in. "Austin, it's rare for you to visit. Is there another big deal in

oysters as he praised their cooking skills. "Your barbecuing skills are even better than those before

us, Austin. Is Warren

think of any other reason for Austin

but this time it's not for

Aqua Base had not been fair in their dealings. "Aren't you afraid of offending Odeberg International by finding medicine

we're neutral. We don't favor anyone as long

have plenty of trading materials, while those at the bottom are more dangerous. In this post-apocalyptic world, no one can guarantee that there's no risk in doing business. If you guys have any reservations and don't want to cooperate

some courtesy. Stella was somewhat curious. "What kind of medicine

"Insulin."

was a common drug for lowering blood sugar. Someone still needing it after so long in the apocalypse indicated a complete lack of insulin, requiring lifelong

about 60 units per day. It might not have been a burden before the apocalypse, but now, it was a luxury most

medicine. Odeberg International is heavily guarded, so it's not easy for Aqua Base to get the medicine back. They're temporarily reaching out to their contacts to find some." Stella