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.

eternal night is over, they'll

needed to stockpile meat and eggs for her family, not

steak, how long before resentment brewed trouble? Stella had a plan but invited negotiation. "Austin,

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

folks needed help, Stella

the sound of chickens and ducks was quite conspicuous and could easily attract attention, making

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

heartily, "You always think

quail. She wasn't one to play favorites; once the eggs hatched,

bit of protein, infighting

Lukas and his folks, Stella left the choice

they hatched, they were just the size of a coin, smaller than quails when fully grown but with even healthier

sent word

bounty hunters,

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

started to give the villa residents some poultry. Chickens and ducks were off the table, but quail were fair game. Nothing was

few, but those guys from Building 50 know you're a stand-up guy. They set

saw the people living in Building 50 in a new light. No more following the wrong crowd; picking

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

years since she'd first seen Rosie's shy, sweet face.

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