18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 302

Moss was sprouting up everywhere, a veritable feast for the backyard chickens, which meant there'd be fresh meat on the table soon enough.

But you couldn't live on moss alone; a little variety wouldn't hurt. Some seeds for lettuce or spinach would do nicely.

However, no one dared to ask the folks in Building 50 directly. So, they had to take the long way around, through Austin.

Austin was a shrewd middleman, always had an angle. He might've been all smiles and smooth talk around the well-to-do, but times had changed. Watching them grovel and sweet-talk was quite the show. Gone was their once lofty air. "Austin, buddy, we're really counting on you here. This is serious."

Austin put on airs, "I'll see what I can do, but no promises. Those guys from Building 50 can be finicky. Considering... Anyway, let's not dwell on the past, eh?"

"We're all created equal. We've always had respect for them from Building 50. It's just that our wives, bless their hearts, got misled and made a mess of things. We've straightened them out since then."

Those in the game knew when to bow and when to stand tall, quick to adapt to the new reality. After all, Building 50 was a force to be reckoned with. Making nice with them was all gain, no pain. Even Bran was eager to get in their good graces. Given the chance, they'd outdo him in no time.

Austin actually brought it up with Stella. Now that the neighborhood was relatively safe, he and his son swung by Building 50 for a hot stew dinner.

Nothing beat the warmth of a spicy stew on a cold day. Throw in a few swigs of whiskey, and you'd feel nothing short of heavenly.

"You can't just give in to every request. You gotta make 'em sweat for it. If it comes too easy, nobody's gonna respect you."

If anyone knew how to play the customer game, it was Austin. No one dared claim the top spot if he was second.

the moment this eternal night is over, they'll turn on us

the same. With years of darkness ahead, she needed to stockpile meat and eggs for her family, not hand them out

refusing outright wasn't practical. If everyone else was munching on scraps while you dined on steak, how long before resentment brewed trouble? Stella had a plan but

'em sweat. But I do need a batch for Monkey's crew. They're tight-knit, and with moss aplenty, they

Monkey's folks needed help, Stella couldn't say

ducks was quite conspicuous

of quail. They grow fast, lay plenty of eggs, and the hens are quiet. Plus, they don't stink up the place when

laughed heartily, "You always

play favorites; once the eggs hatched, she'd share with the whole building. Eastwood Eden's members

had a bit of protein, infighting was

folks, Stella left the choice to

than quails when fully

sent word to

keep secrets. With his band of bounty hunters, they were determined to escort the

military and community support, the riots didn't last long. Some thugs went straight, others fled to the mountains with their

fair game. Nothing was free, and it

but those guys from Building 50 know you're a stand-up guy. They set aside a pair just for you. Keep it under wraps,

Building 50 in a new light. No more following the wrong crowd;

pairs went out, promising a solution to eggs and meat without spoiling

had flown. It was hard to believe it had been five years since she'd first seen Rosie's shy, sweet face. Rosie had grown a lot since then, stretching out and

Not only was he ruggedly handsome, but Rosie was shaping up