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

hide things, moving the planters

black mass of people approaching on foot. The line of people seemed unending. Each person looked gaunt, dirty, and emotionally numb, like emotionless zombies. Although the people of Eastwood Eden were also thin, there was a stark difference in both physical condition and spirit. The sight

and Rosie over. "From today onward, you two are not allowed on the terrace.

5 and 6 was just a few dozen meters. It was too close for

were people starving, and on the other were a kid and a dog. Who wouldn't salivate at

dogs had a strong sense of good and evil. Cooper, with his stern face, was

stairwell, electrifying all the stainless-steel

into the neighboring area, not only did Eastwood Eden increase its patrols, but it also shortened the intervals between them. Most of their energy was focused on building 5. Mark turned on the walkie-talkie. "Jasper, be extra careful

the planters and sunshades had been moved indoors, and all rooms

across the study, where Jasper sat, occasionally glancing at

each floor of the three buildings was crammed with people, probably no

security

and less than a third of a bowl of water. The refugees, their faces grimy, came

were women too, but not many. Their clothes were ragged, and

she was being watched. Jasper felt the

the problem. The main issue was the stark contrast. 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 temptation was too great. That night, Stella woke up several times to faint sounds of movement in the

morning, she found Cooper lying in front of her door. He wanted to protect her again. Stella crouched down

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 building in the morning, and two more in the afternoon. "Fell from the building?" Stella frowned. "Was it an

were newly constructed and hadn't been fitted with railings or windows yet. It was indeed easy to

knew to be wary of others during these

"Someone wants to create trouble, forcing the officials to negotiate with Eastwood Eden, and allow them to move into the safer buildings

as the incident happened, many refugees surrounded the staff, questioning why they weren't allowed to stay in better buildings in Eastwood

ruckus, while others kept their eyes on the body that had fallen, even as it was carried away by

them worry. But he did tell Mark, urging him to communicate