18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 242

Before going to bed, Stella pulled out her blanket, "Rosie, if you feel cold at night, you can use this."

The radio had timely notifications, but there was no sound from Mark's loudspeaker. It might be because the radio was out of battery. Jasper relayed the message, "The Weather Bureau has issued a warning: the Polar Day is here, and there will be a significant temperature difference between day and night."

So, the loudspeaker echoed once more, reminding everyone to dress warmly and prevent the cold. It was not a matter to be taken lightly. Once you fell sick and couldn't recover, death was the next stop. Waking up the next morning, Stella found a blanket on her. She glanced at the thermometer on the wall, 20 degrees Celsius.

The spot next to her was empty. Jasper was nowhere to be seen.

Pulling the curtain aside, she saw him exercising on the terrace with the dog, even Rosie was there. Uh, seemed like she had been slacking off.

20 degrees in the morning, 37 at noon, and 18 at night, the temperature was like a rollercoaster.

The darkness was postponed again, till 9 pm.

Day by day, eating was the only routine. They had become tired of watching TV. They could only study for two hours a day, and reading had become daunting. Living such a life was not as easy as it seemed. Sensing her boredom, Jasper suggested, "How about we cook something?"

Now that they were living far away from everyone else, they could cook without the smell spreading around. In the future, when they moved to Newtown, the villas wouldn't have such a wide gap between the buildings. Stella liked this idea, "How about some cookies and bread?"

They were not in a hurry this time; they only cooked when they felt like it. They strived for perfection, every dish looking like a piece of art.

A month later, they had stored a lot of food.

Now, it only got dark at 1 am and the sun rose at 5 am. The daytime temperature was 30 degrees Celsius while the night was only 10 degrees.

Thanks to the Polar Day, the survivors had to change their clothes every two hours. If you had to go out, you didn't need to bring anything else other than clothes for all four seasons. A minor negligence could lead to a cold.

The erratic weather was troubling for Cooper as he didn't know whether to grow his fur or shed it.

Stella put on a thermal coat for him.

of them maintained their routine. If the sun was too bright, they would draw the curtains; they wouldn't easily

relatively reduced crime rate. However, it had nothing to do with Stella, who was leading a laid-back lifestyle. On the contrary, Rosie

developed a love for planting, not

below, called out to him passionately, he didn't pay any attention. Stella realized that it was a classic case of unrequited

on the terrace, she saw the carpenter from building no.3 making

in the evening while fetching water, "Patrick, do you

in a boat

of abundance, with a complex network of water bodies. The older generation of locals all had wooden

"You want

nodded, "My rubber boat hardened during the extreme cold. With this erratic weather, in case there's a flood, I'd have nowhere to hide. Could you make me

and

at most 1.8 meters wide and 3 meters long, and anything bigger could cause problems. Stella thought it was okay. If they ever had to drift in the sea, rubber boats and assault boats were more prone to damage. A wooden boat

had yachts and cruise ships,

he also made bath barrels and wooden barrels. Stella promptly

of teak oil, Patrick asked for 80 kg of sweet potatoes as compensation.

and unloaded the required wood at the entrance of building no.3, "My friend also wants a boat,

high-tech products couldn't be used, and they needed

to earn 160 pounds of sweet potatoes made Patrick ecstatic; he even called his son

delivered half a month later, and the

denying that the wooden boat was sturdy and also polished smooth. Even the oars were coated

wants to place another order for six with you. Ensure the quality, and there might be more business in the future." Getting new business

adjusting their biological clock, the people of Eastwood Eden had adapted.

well. Stella had propagated them several times, planted over several square meters. In a

slower, but it had already started

recording its growth. She repeatedly compared the pictures

more and more similar, but

certain, "It's

if he said so, it must be so. After all, he was always steady and not

they had figured out one herb,