18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 446

Stella asked, "The sea's so deep, are they using a dredger?"

The site manager glanced over with a look of disinterest. "The specifics of how we're dredging don't concern you. Just focus on your work, grow your crops, and remember, we're all about community and support here at the base. Don't worry about how things run behind the scenes."

Too many nosy folks cause unnecessary trouble; best to keep your head down, feed your belly first, and pour your energy into this fresh start.

The base had a mountain of challenges to overcome, what use was it explaining to the survivors who couldn't help anyway?

Stella decided to keep her mouth shut and climbed the stairs to the third floor with her keys in hand.

Residential Area B was among the first to be completed. Active-duty military personnel occupied zones 1-3, while zone 4 housed the civilian survivors.

No matter which Kindle Society you belonged to before, at Hope Point, if you were willing to serve the people, you had to fall in line with the new arrangements.

With over 12,000 survivors, the majority were military. The rest were from well-established official bases, with only a handful of solitary fighters making it through.

The soldiers were busy working, rarely at home during the day, and some who went to sea might not return for weeks at a time. As a result, Area B was relatively quiet and uncluttered. Civilian survivors even took over private garden plots in zones 1-3, trying to grow more food.

Stella reached room 370, where someone had already placed a planter by the door.

She nudged it aside with her foot and stepped out.

The container-like room was small, about 1.5 meters wide and 2.5 meters long, with nothing but a ventilation window in the upper right corner.

The pleasant surprise was that the rooms were separated by movable steel panels, with sliding bolts on both sides. If both parties agreed, the panels could be shifted.

By combining three rooms into one, you'd get a 2.5 by 4.5-meter space, suddenly boasting around ten square meters, much less claustrophobic.

The steel was thick, making noise when moved, but it felt stable and safe to walk on. Thankfully it wasn't peak summer; otherwise, the metal rooms would turn into ovens. Jasper let Cooper, his loyal dog, out of his crate and reminded him not to bark.

After nearly a decade of working together, Cooper understood and wagged his tail excitedly.

The newly built rooms hadn't been used yet, so after resting for a moment, they began to clean up.

serve as a sofa during the day and unfold into a bed at

designs and prices of such furniture that could be found

the sofa came

much space, and Stella added a small round table and a few fabric stools,

cramped, but far better

health and unable to work for their keep, feeling they could never pay off their rent, so they chose to live on the ships to save

could quickly

blind eye to this arrangement, understanding

with

but it was allocated based on military

ordinary survivors, could only rent one room each. Renting additional rooms in

sofa and set up

crashing against the giant drilling columns and the occasional conversation from outside made for a

opened the door

shone on her face, dazzling

basins downstairs, lining up to

her room, Stella took two wooden buckets from Arcadia. Rosie stayed with the dog while she and Jasper queued

their health - everyone looked gaunt, their faces pale and haggard. It was the flesh on their bones, not their faces, that caught the eye.

in a community had its drawbacks; it felt like

hour, it was finally their turn to

brine taste much

people drinking it

a woman in a

worn dress hanging loosely, patched

the overturned planter in the hallway, her words sharp and aggressive, "Which jerk knocked over my

370's door,

blocking my door, we had to move it

the woman turned around, her gaunt face

but froze in shock

keep a low profile, "Sorry, I accidentally knocked over the planter that

woman quickly hid the knife, her expression shifting to