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

of darkness ahead, she needed to stockpile

you dined on steak, how long before resentment brewed trouble? Stella

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

folks needed help,

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

grow fast, lay plenty of eggs, and the hens are quiet. Plus, they

always think things through,

four egg-laying quail hens and one male quail. She wasn't one to play favorites; once the

a bit of protein,

Lukas and his folks, Stella

her 20 extra. When they hatched, they were just the size of a coin, smaller than quails when fully grown but with even healthier bodies. They just started laying eggs, and once there were more hatched, she planned to give them another batch as

sent word to

of bounty hunters, they were determined to escort the

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

ducks were off the table, but quail were fair

know you're a stand-up guy. They set aside a pair just for

the people living in Building 50 in a new light. No

went out, promising a solution to eggs

she'd first seen Rosie's shy, sweet face. Rosie had grown

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