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.

the starry sky. "It's so beautiful here. I wish we could stay here

the resources, it was far superior to

meant a higher standard of living and less worry about others with ill intentions.

it here, we can stay.

there was no rush. She had stocked up a lot

stocked up enough supplies. After all, there were no entirely safe places in the post-apocalyptic world. As more and more refugees gathered on the coast, their villa could become a juicy steak, and a few dozen security guards would be

brought back 1,200 pounds of fresh goods

squid, crabs, salmon, trout, octopus, sea urchins, oysters, scallops, mussels, snails, and more. There were many other exotic seafood

They tried every recipe they

passed. They had stocked up

the rooftop to feast. Just as they were starting to eat, Austin showed up again. Rosie

they saved some oysters for Austin. They didn't dare give him any fruit though, fearing it would give

rare for you to visit. Is there another big deal in the

bet." Austin savored the oysters as he praised their cooking skills. "Your barbecuing skills are even

for us, Austin. Is

from that, she couldn't think of any other

time it's not for Warren. It's

their dealings. "Aren't you afraid of offending Odeberg International by

"In our line of work, we're neutral. We don't favor anyone

dangerous. In

was already here, they had to show some courtesy. Stella was somewhat curious.

"Insulin."

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

of 300 units would last only a few days for someone completely deficient, requiring about 60 units per day. It might not have been a burden before the apocalypse, but now, it was a luxury

a while ago, and in retaliation, Warren had his men steal the leader's 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 pondered. "If they don't inject insulin