18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 445

In terms of monthly provisions, each survivor received three pounds of sweet potato or potato powder.

But let's be honest, it was just dried and ground sweet potatoes or potatoes-nothing fancy. The taste was nothing to write home about. The main goal was survival.

On top of that, the base allowed survivors to take on credit for three pounds of potato seeds, which could later be used to offset housing and supply debts once harvested.

The living quarters were cramped, barely enough room for three people and a dog to turn around.

Stella, having her own stash of supplies, was planning to get a room for each person.

The base was struggling, and offering credit was a huge concession to ensure as many people survived as possible. Stella didn't want to take advantage of their generosity since she had her own resources. Seeing Hope Point, which was a hundred times better than she had imagined, Stella felt a sense of relief. Humanity was much stronger than she had thought.

Unsure of how long they'd stay, Stella opted for a monthly rental. She pulled out nine pounds of aged cornmeal to pay for the rent and secured three pounds of potato seeds.

The staff, surprised by her wealth, smiled and asked, "We have other seeds available. Would you like to trade for some?"

So, Stella exchanged an additional three pounds of grain for a variety of vegetable seeds.

After processing the paperwork, the staff recorded their information and issued new resident IDs. Stella's number was 0012730.

With 14 billion people before the catastrophe and only 12,730 accounted for now, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions about the fate of the rest.

Impressed by their service, Stella asked, "Are there many survivors from South Base?"

"There are some," the staff replied. "A navy ship and a few submarines have arrived so far, but I believe more will come in time."

and the others, "Could you check if they are

a quick search, the staff member

Stella, "What

individuals but

"Daniel."

"No, I'm sorry."

rebuild their homeland and should have arrived by now. Rosie, with a hint of hope, asked, "Are

"A ship with over 200

"Anyone named Dylan?"

"No."

Rosie hid her disappointment to avoid worrying her brother and

check, Stella and the others

mental issues were placed in Area D, physical ailments in Area E, and those with both in Area F,

"Comrade, will we always live at

build an island around them. Rest assured, we will return to solid ground." Stella wondered, as everything seemed

Kindle Society, with battleships in the sea and fighters in the sky, even a slight misstep could

Jasper made their way

B lacked a deep-sea port, so the submarine remained at Area A, and they had to rely on water transport

provided a ferry service running every three hours

with Cooper concealed in her backpack, preferred to avoid too much interaction with strangers, so they returned to the submarine to let Cooper out for some air. Discussing their living situation, Stella and Jasper agreed

wasn't suitable, they could always stay in the submarine, bringing their potato plants aboard during the day to

the submarine and a brief rest, Stella stowed Cooper in her backpack, and they set out in their

to life, cutting through the rolling waves as they approached the giant platform of Area

B seemed modest, but as they