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.

this eternal night is over, they'll turn on us faster than

to stockpile meat and

munching on scraps while you dined on steak, how long before resentment brewed trouble? Stella had a

batch for Monkey's crew. They're tight-knit, and with moss aplenty, they ain't short

help,

and ducks was quite conspicuous and could easily attract attention, making it susceptible to thieves. Moreover, poultry consumed a

quail. They grow fast, lay plenty of eggs, and the hens are

laughed heartily, "You always

male quail. She wasn't one to play favorites; once

a bit of protein, infighting was

Lukas and his folks, Stella left

coin, smaller than quails when fully grown but with even

word

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 loot, and a few kept up their raids. Business as usual. Danger was

few pushes, Stella started to give the villa residents some poultry. Chickens and ducks were off the table, but quail were fair game. Nothing was free, and it was strategic. The first to receive were

whispered, "We only have a few, but those guys from Building 50 know you're a stand-up guy. They

recipients saw the people living in Building 50 in a new

went out, promising a solution to eggs and

since she'd first seen Rosie's shy, sweet face. Rosie had grown a lot since then,

genes of Jasper's family did not disappoint. Not only was he ruggedly handsome, but Rosie was shaping