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.

to their new place at 196 B Street, a modest two-story house with three bedrooms and a living room, about

for bugs. Jasper was thorough, nearly tearing the walls down and

were packed tight, with barely fifteen feet between

they hung curtains for privacy.

only brought the essentials: a bed, a desk, a couch, all secondhand stuff

a few hours of setup, they finally had

quick lunch and then retired to their rooms

Stella sighed. "If only the disaster would end, and we could live a simple life

had grown from a nineteen-year-old girl into a 28-year-old survivor, and Jasper was

a couple of years, even

in a new place was the easy part; it was the constant struggle

around her. "As long as we don't give up, maybe there'll

deep sleep, only

too tired to come to her senses until Jasper nudged her.

watchdog, on guard, they had allowed themselves the luxury of

curtains to

God, it was Cody, Lukas,

"You made it

had they made

Stella didn't forget to stash the decent furniture and

downstairs for

visibly moved. "Did

guys later. Didn't expect you'd show up so soon." Relieved to hear Jasper was okay, the group quickly settled down on the bare living room floor. "Having a roof

up on each other's stories, Stella learned that the group had been injured and had to

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

the military assessment, and Angela's past scuffles, which had gotten her kicked

thought they'd be turned away, the military officials surprised them by offering Angela a three-month

was puzzled. "Since when does the military