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?"

herself, and thought it was unnecessary, "It's not far from here to the trading

said he would rest, he still had to train Cooper, and teach Rosie to read

escorted her downstairs,

worry. If I can't fight them, I'll just run." She hopped onto her mountain bike and

about six 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, danger began to emerge. Suddenly, two men sprang out from

noticed this, she would have lived her life

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

men, unwilling to give

pedaled at varying speeds with ease, not

still unbearable for ordinary people, like frying in a pan. One of the men collapsed during the chase. Stella had

were many more people. It was a good thing she

cover of darkness, put her

to before. The most demanded items were still food and water. The difference now was that no one dared to openly sell these items. Those who had water to trade displayed a few empty bottles on their stalls, and

selling water

potatoes, potatoes,

calling out their high prices with empty hands. Whether they actually had goods to sell

1 pound of

a pound of coarse grains, but would you dare to go

had water, and Stella didn't realize how severe the water shortage was outside.

sell. Many survivors who lacked water were lining up with their bottles. Stella thought they were Austin's people, but when

the two bases had been wiped out, there

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 the steam into

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

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

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

of pain, then a sharp dagger

it's me. It's