18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 286

Months whisked by in the blink of an eye, and just like that, it was Christmas.

Jasper had a knack for making wreaths, and Stella talked him into making a few, which she gleefully plastered on the door.

Little did they know, Austin caught sight of them and requested two more for himself.

No matter what the weather was, the mastiff came every day, having become a fan of Cooper. The two dogs often sparred at the gate.

Now, the mastiff didn't even see himself as an outsider, edging closer and closer to Jasper. If it wasn't for the pat-down they gave him before letting him in, Stella would have suspected him to be Bran's spy. Finally, they handed it a Christmas wreath, which it trotted off with.

Angela's gynecological issue was cured, but her depression remained rooted. It was something she needed to keep an eye on. She buzzed the walkie-talkie, inviting Stella and Jasper for Christmas dinner.

Their place was crowded, barely enough room to turn around.

After more than six months of bonding, Stella felt they were gradually returning to their old selves, so she proposed, "Your place is too packed. Even making a soup requires closing the windows. How about coming over to my place?" Angela and the others readily agreed, promising to come over on Christmas Eve.

The mastiff trotted off with the wreath, and surprisingly, returned with a bottle of red wine. Without a doubt, this had Bran's name written all over it. As long as he wasn't causing trouble for them, Stella couldn't care less, lest he got overexcited. On the 24th of December, the security team informed that someone was looking for them. Stella guessed it was Amber.

The Moore family was insistent on repaying the medicines with grain, and this was their third repayment.

Stella thought for a moment, handing her a pair of rabbits, two chicks that had hatched half a month ago, and a few easy-to-grow herb sprouts.

Out of the first batch of chickens they raised, a total of six survived, two of which were roosters. Stella kept one for breeding, and the other was slaughtered. The hens had not only started laying eggs but had given birth to the first batch of chicks. Rosie, who had hand-fed the chickens, secretly wiped away her tears when one was slaughtered. But when she tasted the chicken leg that night, her dimples revealed her delight, "Stella, this chicken is so delicious."

hundred times better than the ones they initially hoarded from the

stored in Arcadia. Not just chicken eggs, there were duck

of grain, not expecting to be able to take home baby rabbits and chicks. She was delighted, but also

accompanied her. Three years had matured the once naive boy. He had become a lot more mature, albeit a

The Moore family had stable jobs and living

"Is Katie doing okay?"

being idle. She's placed all

potted vegetables under the sun during the day, and bringing them in when it got cold.

I want to spend Christmas with Rosie. We

to someone else's house for

those adults coming over to our

had learned to talk

pleased. His son was finally showing some spunk, unlike before when he would never oppose anything he said, bottling up his thoughts, good or bad. "Rosie's house is having guests too," Austin explained to his son, "Anyway, you see each other every day. How about inviting them for dinner after

talking about Rosie. Don't you want to play with

he never saw Dylan taking the initiative to invite them

closeness was just friendship. Rosie was adorable and soft, anyone would like her at first sight. This neighbor was a good pick.

dinner on the 18th floor. Almost four years into the disaster, and

and a duck, and baked about 5-6

as they finished breakfast and were about to start cooking, Angela and the others arrived. The security booth confirmed their identities before letting them in. Seeing the exquisite villas, they felt incredibly shabby and almost turned tail and ran. Thankfully, the sight of the

Cooper looked stunned at

"Good boy, you've gotten bigger." Rosie came out to greet them, her