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?"

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

he still had to

escorted her

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

the point of heatstroke. However, as the sun set, danger began to

she would have lived her

The attackers missed their target, almost causing them to

men, unwilling to give up, started to

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

frying in a pan. One of the men collapsed during the chase. Stella had no idea if he got up again or not, but he didn't chase her

already completely dark. As expected, there were many more people. It was a good thing she hadn't

and, under the cover of darkness, put her bike away

demanded items were still food and water. The difference now was that no one dared to openly sell these

available, selling water

potatoes, potatoes,

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

water could be exchanged for 1 pound of sweet potatoes or potatoes. Of

for half a pound of coarse grains, but would you

severe the water shortage was outside. No wonder

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,

there was no need to worry about being robbed or having to pay

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

it was safe. The boiling points of substances in seawater that couldn't be ingested by the human body were higher than 100 degrees Celsius, and they dissolved in water. Therefore, seawater distilled in

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

the tail suddenly quickened his pace and tapped her shoulder. Stella swiftly grabbed the tail's shoulder

of pain, then a sharp dagger was pressed against his

it's me.