18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 202

It had been over a half month since the interview, and Mark assumed the two wouldn't show. He felt a twinge of regret. He could see that these two young men had some chops, and the neighborhood was in dire need of such people. But then, out of the blue, they showed up.

Driving into the neighborhood, Mark personally showed them around the houses.

"We have plenty of vacancies here. The houses in Phase One are all fully furnished, but the lower floors are occupied. For safety and to avoid conflicts with the neighbors, each floor is only occupied by one family. They just lock up the fire doors and it's fine. The upper floors are empty. It's very quiet, but it also tends to be hotter there. The third building in Phase Two was renovated by ourselves, so it's a bit rough, but there are vacancies on the lower floors. Would you like me to show you around?"

Stella wasn't interested in the first three buildings. "Mark, we have a dog, and it's not very convenient living in a multi-story building. Having our own space would be better for everyone. Can we check out Building 4 or 5?"

The dog weighed around 90 pounds, always wagging its tail in front of people. People were gonna drool in envy.

If it wasn't for the severe earthquake that cracked open the whole of Griffith, causing most of the buildings to collapse, Stella wouldn't have thought about moving into this neighborhood.

Mark was surprised, "Buildings 4 and 5 only have the exterior renovated, and the interiors are still in the rough state. They're not very suitable for living."

Stella insisted, "That's okay. We can do the interior ourselves."

Sensing their concerns, Mark didn't push it. "Alright, it is up to you."

Just as he was about to show them around, suddenly his walkie-talkie buzzed with an anxious voice, "Mark, Mark, those villagers are here again to seize the water source. There are more people this time than last." Immediately after, the sound of a horn rang out.

"Jasper, Stella, both buildings are unlocked. You can go up and have a look," Mark said hurriedly. "There is a little issue in the neighborhood. I need to go handle it. Excuse me."

And with that, he rushed off.

In this heat, water was the most valuable resource. It was necessary for survival, and for growing precious crops.

of unplowed land, which was gradually being cultivated by the residents to grow sweet potatoes, irrigated with the precious water. The crop looked ready to

several types of drought-resistant pigweed, which would thrive with just a bit of water. In the past,

throat, but if you chop it up finely, it was a

Stella asked, "Should we go

thought for a moment, "Mark was able to form a rescue team after the earthquake and defend Eastwood Eden. He should be fine. But since we're going

and Jasper drove to the neighborhood entrance, both sides were already at a standstill. The issue was about the water source, and tensions

on the

were determined to drive out the people of Eastwood Eden. "This land was originally confiscated from our village, so the water source naturally belongs to us. You're not the owners here. Stop hoarding the water. If you know what's good for you, get lost. Or we will show you who's the real owner

you mean 'your land'? If the developer didn't pay you, would you

developer is gone, the land naturally belongs

argument escalated, both sides shouting

emergency alarm, the residents

the elderly, and even

branches, hoes, bricks, kitchen knives... All primitive weapons, not a single

this country, guns were strictly controlled. It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to get one.

of numbers and momentum, Eastwood

to the brink by the heat. If

for survival. People, with boodshot eyes filled with hatred and

from his back and stabbed at Mark's heart. If they can take this man down, Eastwood Eden will crumble. After driving these people out, the water source and

all. When he saw the man's sudden aggression, he sensed

knife missed, but the man didn't hesitate

of rummaging in her bag as a cover, Stella took out a crossbow from the Arcadia and shot at the man.

villagers swung their hoes and clubs at the people of Eastwood

loud noise echoed, making