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 my mountain bike in less than an

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

her downstairs,

If I can't fight them, I'll just run." She hopped

heatstroke. However, as the sun

noticed this, she would have

mountain bike. The attackers

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

speeds with ease, not knowing that

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

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

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

dared to openly sell these items. Those who had water

selling water

potatoes,

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 to find another

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

1000ml for half a pound of coarse grains,

the water shortage was outside. No wonder Eastwood Eden was fighting with

also those who brought seawater to sell. Many survivors who lacked water were lining up with their bottles. Stella thought they were Austin's

wiped out, there was no need to

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

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

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

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

sharp dagger was pressed against his throat, "Looking for

it's me.