18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 207

Jasper didn't dodge the question, musing, "Next time you have class, you can hang out with them for, say, half an hour. Is that alright?" Rosie's eyes sparkled, "Thank you!"

"While hanging out, don't mention anything about our home life, especially anything about food and shelter. If they keep prying or intentionally steer the conversation that way, cut ties with them immediately." Rosie nodded, "I understand, Jasper."

Then they got ready for dinner.

It was too easy to get heatstroke in this weather, so Stella had prepared some mint lemonade, a chilled cucumber and watermelon salad, barbecue pork ribs, and green leafy vegetables. Everything was prepared beforehand, no need to fire up the stove. Jasper only worked half a day, and he would rest at home in the afternoon.

During lunch, he started a conversation, "From what I observed today, apart from their lack of skills, they seem pretty friendly and united."

Stella agreed, "Their current state is largely because of Mark's efforts."

If everything went well, this could be their new home.

When they woke up around three, they discussed and made a list of things they needed at home.

Stella planned to visit the trading street in the evening to collect as many of the items as possible.

The mention of trading made her think of Monkey and Austin.

Monkey was always on the road, and the tsunami had come so suddenly. She wondered if he had been at the beach in Swan Hill when it happened.

As for Austin, they had arranged to meet at ten, so he was more likely to have been at the beach. What were the chances of survival if they had been caught in the tsunami?

Stella felt a pang of sadness. If it weren't for Austin's help, she wouldn't have been able to expand her Arcadia so quickly. But that was the harsh reality of the apocalypse. Friends or family could be perfectly fine one second, and gone the next. When the sun set, Stella decided to venture out.

Jasper was worried, "Should I come with you?"

unnecessary, "It's not far from here to the trading street. I can get there on my mountain bike in less than

rest, he still had to

her downstairs,

just run." She

was still intense, but not to the point of heatstroke. However, as the sun set, danger began to emerge. Suddenly, two men sprang out from behind a tree, raising their sticks and aiming for Stella's

this, she would have lived

mountain bike. The attackers missed their target, almost causing them to

wasn't pedaling fast, the two men, unwilling to give up, started

of good quality. Stella pedaled at varying speeds with ease, not knowing that her pursuers were

collapsed during the chase. Stella had no idea if he got up again or not, but he didn't

arrived at the trading street, it was already completely dark. As expected, there were many more people. It

a secluded corner and, under the cover of

to openly sell these items. Those

selling water

potatoes, potatoes,

with empty hands. Whether they actually had goods to sell was another matter. If you wanted to see the goods,

for 1 pound of

of coarse grains, but

how severe the water shortage was outside.

who lacked water were lining up with their bottles. Stella thought they were Austin's

wiped out, there was no need to worry about being robbed or

of grain could be exchanged for half a bucket of seawater. The sellers even taught you how to distill seawater into fresh water on the spot. The method was quite simple: boil the seawater until it evaporates, then condense

be ingested by the human body were higher than 100 degrees Celsius, and they dissolved in water. Therefore, seawater distilled in this way was

method was that distillation was slow and consumed a lot of firewood. Since there were few forests along the coast, hoarding firewood was also not easy. In short, survival was difficult. It was a blessing to live another day. Not long after entering the trading street, Stella noticed that she was being followed. She moved left and right, turned corners, but

the tail suddenly quickened his pace and tapped her shoulder. Stella

of pain, then a sharp dagger was pressed

it's me.