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?"

"It's not far from here to the trading street. I can get there on

still had to train Cooper, and teach Rosie

escorted her

just run." She hopped onto

miles to the trading street. Despite wearing her thermoregulatory clothing, the heat was still intense, but not to the point of heatstroke. However, as the sun set,

she hadn't noticed this, she would have lived her

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

pedaling fast, the two men, unwilling to give up, started to chase

varying speeds

like frying in a pan. One of the men collapsed during the chase. Stella had no idea if he got up

was already completely dark. As expected, there were many more people. It was a good thing she hadn't come in her Hummer, which would have attracted

and, under the cover of darkness,

one dared to openly sell these items. Those who had water

available, selling

potatoes,

had goods to sell was

bottle of fresh water could be exchanged for 1 pound of sweet

of coarse grains, but would you dare

water, and Stella didn't realize how severe the water shortage was outside. No wonder Eastwood Eden was fighting with

there were also those who brought seawater to sell. Many survivors who lacked water were lining up with their bottles. Stella thought they were Austin's people, but when she squeezed over, she

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

taught you

points of substances in seawater that couldn't be ingested by the human body were higher

easy. In short, survival was difficult. It was a blessing to live another day. Not long after entering the trading street, Stella noticed that

crowded area. Unexpectedly, the tail suddenly quickened his pace and tapped her shoulder. Stella swiftly

of pain, then a sharp dagger was pressed against his throat,

it's me.