18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 345

Acid rain usually had no scent, but this cataclysmic downpour was different. The acidity index was so high it was lethal, eroding materials and leaving a foul stench in the air. Stella was busy disinfecting the house, then turned on the air purifier with a sigh of relief.

Confined indoors, she spent her time organizing the knowledge she had accumulated these past weeks, not forgetting to tutor the siblings in medical science.

Cooper didn't understand a word, but he might as well have thought himself human the way he stubbornly sat by her side, fighting sleep and refusing to leave.

Next door, bored out of his mind, Austin would occasionally buzz over the walkie-talkie, "Hey, Stella, fancy a game of cards? We're one short."

Stella, ever the spirited one, replied with a grin, "Sure, if you can make it over here."

The acid rain had been relentless for days, showing no signs of a break in the clouds. To everyone's surprise, Austin actually made it, decked out in a protective suit that was the same brand as Stella's. What a copycat.

It wasn't just the neighbors; Bran showed up too, asking, "Stella, got anything to eat?"

He was something else. Not only did he have a top-notch protective suit, but his dog did too, obviously custom-made.

Buddy, clad in his own gear, walked awkwardly but was still eager to see Cooper despite the acidic downpour. The two dogs played around downstairs while Rosie and Dylan practiced boxing on the rooftop. The card games were addictive, so much so that cooking was the last thing on anyone's mind.

Stella offered half-heartedly, "We've got some expired instant noodles, you want some?"

Bran, who had lost all his usual finickiness, replied, "As long as it doesn't kill me, I'm in."

"You'll find out if it's lethal once you've eaten it."

She wasn't kidding; the noodles were indeed a year past their prime, taken from a stash in her Arcadia hideout.

threw in some dried mushrooms, beef balls, and fried eggs, serving up heaping bowls for

never touched what he considered low-end junk food, now found himself relishing every bite as if it were a gourmet meal, "Stella, sticking with you is

"Your family owns a farm. Making your own instant noodles and

domes, but who could have predicted the acid rain would be so fierce? The soil was

shook her head, "Who knows? It's as if it's got a mind of its

lack of reverence meant a swift

rain had been acidic from the start, perhaps fewer lives would have been lost. Instead, it lulled everyone into a false sense of security

of his noodle soup, "Exactly. It's like it's playing a

stopped, and the sun had broken through. The post-rain rainbow was

sun's out!" Cheering erupted from the rooftop as people rushed up, jumping around

you learn anything from last time? Wanna bet the acid rain

coming quick and sharp. Those who had lost their senses to excitement might have resented his words, but no one dared to argue openly. Soon enough, they calmed down and meekly returned

hour later, the acid

had matured. Had he not stopped them, the acid rain

was spared, but as for the outside world... no

intermittently and that even when the skies cleared, people should not rush outside but

continued on and off, a new crisis

and even if it didn't run out, it would spoil. Boiled or not,

not even if they

to the requests, and the shameless ones had

Eventually, everyone played dead.

Stella did the same.

starting in two days, water would be available at the town square for residents to collect. Everyone cheered at