18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 228

As the group brainstormed solutions, various ideas were thrown into the mix. "Let's scatter shards of glass beneath the walls. If they dare to climb over, they'll be skewered."

"We also need to secure our water well with additional locks. If that gets taken, we're done for."

They immediately set to work, determined to construct the wall before dawn, keeping danger at bay.

For safety, everyone stepped in, braving the heat to lend a hand.

Jasper was hard at work too, consulting with Mark about the best way to lay the posts for a more secure barrier.

Stella didn't venture downstairs. Instead, she immersed herself in the darkness, tinkering away. She was no mechanic, but after listening to the recording multiple times and puzzling over the machine for a good while, she finally managed to set up the sprinkler. She even took it in the Arcadia for an experiment. Ah, with this, watering wouldn't be a problem anymore.

They worked until the break of dawn, successfully dividing Eastwood Eden into two with a barrier built by countless hands.

Numerous bricks, cement bags, and heaps of sand are placed beneath the wall with the intention of keeping them secure and undamaged.

Everyone was exhausted, but nobody took a break. They went back to reinforce each building, quickly distributing the well water that was pitifully scarce.

As Stella was having her breakfast, she asked, "Should we enclose the building with an electric fence?"

After some thought, Jasper replied, "If a riot breaks out and a horde of people swarm in like zombies, the fence will be useless."

The place chosen by the officials for the refugee camp would need to accommodate at least a few thousand people. An electric fence could keep some people out, but not a large group. If they wanted to cause damage, they would find a way.

And if the fence was damaged, that would be a problem.

They hoped that the military would arrive soon, for the potential dangers were too great.

on the balcony when she suddenly tensed

started to hide things, moving the planters

line of people seemed unending. Each person looked gaunt, dirty, and emotionally numb, like emotionless zombies. Although the

the terrace, Stella called Cooper and Rosie over. "From today onward, you two are not allowed on the terrace. Stay inside the

they had built a barrier, the distance between building 5 and 6 was just a few dozen meters.

other were a kid and a dog.

good and evil. Cooper, with his stern face,

re-examined the stairwell, electrifying all the stainless-steel

the intervals between them. Most of their energy was focused on building 5. Mark

the planters and sunshades had been moved indoors, and all rooms not only had privacy glass

where Jasper sat, occasionally glancing at

evening, each floor of the three buildings

officers, ten security patrollers, and two trucks arrived with

than a third of a

adults. There were women too, but not many. Their clothes were ragged, and they all eyed

watched. Jasper felt the same. "There

Although conditions in Eastwood Eden were harsh, they still had a home and family. The ground still bore traces of their harvest. It was like placing a roast beef in front of a starving person. The

in front of her door. He wanted to protect her again. Stella crouched down and gently stroked Cooper's

the afternoon upstairs, only coming down in the evening. His years of honed instincts were correct. There were a few forces within the refugee camp, all surreptitiously observing them. Moreover, one person had fallen from the

been fitted with railings or windows yet. It was

to be wary of others during these hard times.

officials to negotiate with Eastwood Eden, and allow them to move into the

staff, questioning why they

continued to cause a ruckus, while others kept their eyes on the body that had fallen,

and Rosie to avoid causing them worry. But he did tell Mark, urging him to communicate