18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 523

Chapter 523

Rosie wasn't one for idle talk; she always had a plan in her head.

"We could go fishing, dry the fish in the sun to kill off any lingering viruses, and then bury the salted fish in a pit. Before long, we'll have maggots."

That's how they did it at Ocean Point Naval Station, and Rosie had learned the ropes long ago.

Once the maggots hatched, they could use them to feed the poultry, which would then breed and multiply.

A decade of hard work was finally paying off. Rosie wasn't about to just sit back and rely on Arcadia.

Stella was all in.

They started with chickens, ducks, geese, and quail-ten of each, all nestled into the incubators.

After some discussion, Stella and Jasper decided to take to the sea and fish.

With no overfishing to worry about, the ocean was teeming with life.

They rose at the crack of dawn, rowing their dinghy out to deeper waters before bringing out the fishing nets.

Neither had much fishing experience; even casting the nets was a challenge.

They watched instructional videos over and over, and after several tries, they finally got the hang of it.

They cast the net and slowly circled with their boat.

When it was time to haul it in, they were stunned to find hundreds of pounds of fish in their catch.

Several species were represented, some normal, others deformed.

Stella voiced her concern, "Rosie, are these deformed fish okay to use?"

"They're fine," Rosie assured her confidently. "At Ocean Point Naval Station, the fish that looked fine went to the cannery, while the deformed ones were used for maggot fermentation."

She took the opportunity to educate her siblings, "Experts in maggot farming say most viruses weaken over generations of replication. Plus, many infected hosts develop antibodies."

Stella scratched her nose thoughtfully, sensing some logic in Rosie's words.

Whether right or wrong, they would see the results in practice. She couldn't let doubts undermine Rosie's confidence.

several more times, ending up with over a

any cuts from the

on the beach to

to Jasper, "Do these seem less deformed than the ones we found when

of the sea, or

you dare eat poultry raised on

didn't want to quash his sister's enthusiasm. "We can let the poultry

then feed them to the wolf

plenty of supplies; they could wait to

knowing look, "Sly,

shot back with a smirk, "What about you? Will you eat

silk, "I'll

shared a conspiratorial grin,

dried over two thousand pounds of salted fish and

the landmark boulder was already a

drizzling rain, the barren, brown earth sprouted some frail weeds, yet

the time to water them as she

others

of pounds of salted fish, mixed with chopped

breeze carried the pungent scent of the

just a few days,

them daily, feeding them to the poultry back at

eggs, a legacy of former disasters,

and

back when the new villa

sun by day and chilly winds at night,

a bamboo shelter, but Stella, ever the pragmatist, fetched a military

so abundant they would last for generations

poultry grew bigger, Jasper fenced the area around the

siblings tended the fields, Stella busied herself mostly with tasks aboard

sweltering summer heat, and as the cooler autumn arrived, the dandelions, though

nearby, slowly bringing hints of green to the landscape. Having served as maggot feed, the thoroughly decomposed fish made excellent fertilizer, which Rosie spread throughout the

season was off, resulting in sparse and weak wheat

wheat to fill their bellies; just seeing it grow was

worry about Rosie. It

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