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?"

was unnecessary, "It's not far from here to the trading

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

her downstairs,

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

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

would have lived her life

hard on her mountain bike. The attackers missed their target, almost

she wasn't pedaling fast, the two men,

speeds with ease, not

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

many more people.

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

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

available, selling water

potatoes, potatoes,

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

A 500ml bottle of fresh water could be exchanged for 1 pound of sweet potatoes or potatoes. Of course, this was the price

was also 1000ml for half a pound of coarse grains, but would you dare to go with

how severe the water shortage was outside. No

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

two bases had been wiped out, there was no need

1 pound of grain could be 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 simple: boil the seawater until

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

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

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

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

it's me.