18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 213

On Thanksgiving, Mark wished the residents of the community a happy holiday over the local radio.

Whether they were happy or not, that was something only they knew. Yet, with his well wishes, even if they were nothing more than sentimental fluff, they added a touch of humanity in a world that seemed to be ending. And, he also shared a short, uplifting story.

For those who were starving or near death, it probably didn't matter, but the community had just received welfare from the city government. They had also found plenty of water to replenish their sources and the sweet potatoes they had planted were soon to be harvested. So, his well wishes and the story he shared came at just the right time.

This was the power of a psychologist, and Stella felt she should read more on the subject.

That evening, the trio and the dog celebrated the holiday.

Stella remembered they had stored some pumpkin pie for the occasion. It took her a while to find it, but eventually, she did. There was pumpkin, pecan, apple, and even a cranberry pie.

She loved the cranberry pie. After eating the cranberries, she took a couple of bites from the apple pie, and gave the rest to Jasper.

Rosie didn't eat much either. After a couple of bites from the pumpkin and pecan pies, she gave the rest to her brother too. Jasper, faced with a pile of pies, fell silent.

In the end, it was their dog who came to the rescue. Cooper loved the pies, and it happily crunched down on a couple of them.

"Good dog." Jasper rewarded it with a piece of beef jerky.

After several days of staying indoors without any physical activity, Stella felt like her limbs were about to atrophy. She decided to go downstairs to fetch some water.

When she reached the well, she saw that the water level had dropped even further. The well digger and two other community members were continuing to dig deeper.

The mood was heavy. They had been digging for half a day and there wasn't much water to show for it. If the drought continued, not only would the sweet potatoes wither and die, they wouldn't even have enough water to drink. Stella could sense their despair and confusion, and a heavy feeling settled in her heart.

The hot weather didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.

As she was about to lift her bucket and head back, something plopped on her face.

was warm. Bird

Plop, another one.

and found it wet, but it didn't

of water on her fingertip and paused. Then she looked up

Plop, plop...

indeed falling, and

"It's raining. It's raining!"

excitement, their

realized something was off. The rain was warm. It was indeed raining, but it was more like hot

up the ropes, trying to rescue the people in the

mud, and it was hard to

was falling harder and harder, blurring the world around them. The well was deep, at least seventy to eighty meters, and there were several people at the bottom. If they didn't get them out in time, the rising water could pose a serious threat. Stella returned to help pull the ropes. But they were too slippery, and it hurt her hands. She took

hitting her face so hard she could barely keep her eyes open. The rising temperature added to their fear. What if the

shirts and wrapped them around the ropes, pulling together with all their strength. The community patrol team also rushed over to lend

was pouring outside, and everyone hurried home, using their

and run home, her arm was suddenly pulled. An umbrella appeared

they knew, it might start raining boiling water. Jasper took her under his arm and they hurried

the entrance of their apartment building, and Cooper was

welled up in Stella's eyes. In her past life, things had been rough. But in this life, not only

and helped dry her

this but made

the room and quickly changed her clothes. Jasper

in a towel and took a cup of hot ginger tea from the kitchen. She also prepared a cup for

he was also soaked and urged

residents who could to store as much water

out with his hair towel-dried, "Stella, should

thought for