18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 373

Stella was fresh off the bus, lugging a duffle bag and wearing an expression that screamed "new in town." Her local guide, Mike, a seasoned guy who'd seen it all, took it upon himself to clue her in.

"Joining the military's no joke," he said, chewing on a toothpick as they strolled down the dusty roads. "You go through hell every day, but at least you get a solid meal and a roof over your head. And if Mother Nature throws a fit, the base has got your back." "Factory workers have it rough too," Mike continued. "They're busting their butts all day, but they get dorms. Not fancy, but better than being out in the sticks."

"Scavengers used to have a decent gig, sort of. Risky business, but if you got lucky, you could make a killing. One good haul could cover your bills for months. Those days are gone though. Now, going out is just a waste of time."

Outside the base, scavengers were reduced to fighting each other for scraps.

"They keep it civil on base," Mike said. "But outside, it's a free-for-all. Winner takes all."

"And some even raid mob hideouts. It's a jungle out there."

Mike noticed Stella and her friend seemed overwhelmed. "You might want to rethink this scavenger gig," he said. "It's no walk in the park."

Stella managed a wry smile. "We'd enlist in a heartbeat, but we've got a kid to think about."

Everyone's got their burdens, Mike figured, so he didn't push it further. It was their choice.

Back at the main hall, Stella laid out her bartering goods: four packs of stale cigarettes, five bottles of premium liquor, and six pounds of tea.

The real estate office wouldn't give her a price, directing her to the trading post to convert it into credits.

So they headed to the trading center, only to find out they needed an extra thirty pounds of food to cover half a year's rent.

Stella wasn't about to dip into her food stash, so she bartered more tea.

With paperwork done and keys in hand, she noticed there was still daylight left. She was curious about the submarines at the harbor, but Jasper, her friend, wasn't keen on the idea.

"Kindle Society has its own rules," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. "We're not dodging gangs here; it's the military we've got to be careful about. We just got here; it's not smart to go snooping around. We'll find another way to get the info." Stella trusted Jasper. He knew the ins and outs of the armed forces.

at 196 B Street, a modest two-story house with

business was to sweep for bugs. Jasper was thorough, nearly tearing

barely fifteen feet between

were sure it was clear, they hung curtains for

brought the essentials: a bed, a desk, a

few hours of setup, they

then retired

disaster would end, and we could

had passed since the disaster began. Stella had grown from a nineteen-year-old girl into a 28-year-old

of years, even little

new place was the easy part; it was the constant struggle for survival that

around her. "As long as we don't give up, maybe there'll come a day when it

deep sleep, only to be roused by shouting

it was a dream, too tired to come to her senses until Jasper nudged her. "Stella, someone's calling

Cooper, their trusty watchdog, on guard, they had allowed themselves the luxury

up and pulled back the curtains

it was Cody, Lukas, and the

"You

they made it, but they'd

didn't forget to stash the

rushed downstairs for a heartfelt reunion

moved. "Did you find

Society. Just rented this place at noon, and we were planning to look for you guys later. Didn't expect you'd show up so soon." Relieved to hear Jasper was okay, the group quickly settled

had been injured and had to recuperate for a month in

to Kindle Society, encountering refugees and highway robbers. But they were survivors, seasoned by years of living on the edge. They dealt with the threats and even snagged some supplies along the

the military assessment, and Angela's past scuffles, which had gotten her kicked out of her previous town,

officials surprised them by offering Angela a three-month probationary period

puzzled. "Since when does the military