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?"

thought it was unnecessary, "It's not far from here to the trading street. I can get there on

still had to train

her

them, I'll just run." She hopped onto her mountain bike and

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

she would have lived her

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

she wasn't pedaling fast, the two men, unwilling to

Stella pedaled at varying speeds with ease, not knowing that her pursuers were

unbearable for ordinary people, like frying in a pan. One of the men collapsed during the chase. Stella had no idea if he got

dark. As expected, there were many more people.

a secluded corner and, under the cover of darkness, put her bike away in her

The difference now was that no one dared to openly sell these items. Those who had water to trade displayed a

selling

potatoes, potatoes, dried

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

1 pound of sweet potatoes or potatoes. Of course, this was the price set by

for half a pound of coarse grains, but would you

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

seawater to sell. Many survivors who lacked water were lining up with

over from the seaside of Swan Hill. Since the two bases had been wiped out, there

grain could be exchanged for half a bucket of seawater. The sellers even taught you how

that couldn't be ingested by the human body were higher than 100 degrees Celsius, and they dissolved in water. Therefore, seawater distilled in this way was

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 that person was

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

let out a cry of pain, then a sharp dagger was pressed against his throat, "Looking for

it's me. It's