18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 450

Back in their room, they let Cooper out for some air, and Stella brewed a pot of English breakfast tea. The three of them settled on the couch for a heart-to-heart chat.

Stella felt pretty good about things. Civilization had taken a beating from the disaster, but humanity had never given up. Hope Point was like a phoenix waiting to rise from the ashes. The infrastructure was buzzing, research was happening smoothly, and the urgent need to restore agriculture was like a beacon in the dark.

It was hard not to admire the resilience that had been ingrained in Australia over five thousand years.

Rosie, sipping her tea, raised her hand and said, "Bro, Sis, I'm thinking about applying for a job as a farmer."

Stella looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

Rosie nodded firmly. "I might as well give it a shot since I'm not doing much else."

Both siblings had ants in their pants, but Rosie was especially industrious. Over the years, she'd done plenty of farming and breeding. She was a real whiz kid at it.

As her sister-in-law, Stella had no objections, but they still needed to consider Jasper's thoughts.

Jasper turned the question back to Stella and Rosie. "What do you think of Hope Point?" Rosie didn't hesitate. "I like it."

Stella knew what he meant. "We're here now. Let's let time decide whether we stay or go."

They'd been free agents on the move, eating and drinking without a care, but people need to socialize. After making the rounds, they felt more upbeat and at ease. You win some, you lose some. They'd been adrift at sea for months; a change of scenery could be good.

Jasper nodded in agreement. "Rosie, go ahead and interview. But if you get the job, be careful with what you say and do. We can't afford any trouble."

Rosie was ecstatic. "Don't worry, I'll be cautious." She wouldn't reveal any secrets.

Farming didn't require much physical strength and she wouldn't have to leave Area B. Opportunities like this were rare.

Afraid that someone else might beat her to it, Rosie hurried downstairs to sign up.

Jasper mused, "Rosie's all grown up."

Since they'd decided to stay for now, it was about time to settle into a routine. Stella shrugged it off with a laugh, "I'm not cut out for a job, but if you want to work, feel free." Jasper was used to her independence. "No rush. We'll see how it goes."

Every able-bodied woman

pounds of food a month was on the line, and it almost came to blows among

all, gardening was in an

had given everyone

nervous about

confidence because her brother

"Believe in yourself, Rosie. You're

you really

playfully kicked Jasper's

frustration. If he hadn't been capable, would she have fallen for

came knocking.

air mattress and some gently used folding tables

to come by, and he'd put in a lot of legwork to

pillows, towels, and such. If you need more, I can always trade for

having these luxuries? Monkey was a true hustler, just like his mentor

so Stella accepted

adamant. "Sis, you saved my family's life. This is just a token of my gratitude. How could I accept anything from you?" ""You're like my own

if you didn't accept." "Fair is fair. These items are hard to find. If you insist on giving them for free, you

and kids are not well. Could

was puzzled. "Doesn't

food, and even then, there's no guarantee of

was just Monkey's excuse, anyway. After so many

added to

didn't object. "I'm not an expert, but

followed him to his

square meters, barely enough room for a

Miranda was resourceful. She'd built a loft for storage, piling everything up to the ceiling. The space was so cramped,

months

felt guilty for his family's hardship, but even if it broke his back, he'd earn enough

feel uncomfortable, Monkey quickly said, "Beaut, take the kids and bring out some stools." Miranda and the kids

eldest had passed away, and the youngest was just eleven, barely learning to talk when the disaster

tough in those times. Even Stella, with her resources, found it challenging, let alone Monkey with two mouths