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.

as a sofa during the day and unfold into a

could be found at furniture fairs were no joke - stylish

sofa came with a USB charging port and an extendable

space, and Stella added a small round

far better than most

stuck together. Many were in poor 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 money. While the conditions

disaster struck, they could quickly move to the platform

eye to this

with no

available, but it

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

Stella unfolded the sofa and set up a single

giant drilling columns and the occasional conversation from outside made for

the door to get

on her face,

were carrying buckets or basins downstairs, lining up to fetch

from Arcadia. Rosie stayed with the dog while she and

their health - everyone looked gaunt, their faces pale and haggard. It was

its drawbacks;

hour, it was finally their

well filtered, with the salty brine taste much reduced,

drinking it straight

woman in a red dress standing at her

worn dress hanging loosely,

knife and glared at the overturned planter in the hallway,

pound on room 370's door, brandishing the

blocking my door, we had to

around, her gaunt face fierce

was about to lash out but froze in shock upon seeing Stella,

"Sorry, I accidentally knocked over

knife, her expression shifting to one