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.

nets several more times, ending up with over a thousand

back, they donned protective rain suits to avoid any cuts from the fish

fish on the beach to dry under

fish with a stick, whispering to Jasper, "Do these seem less deformed than the ones we

different parts of the sea, or maybe, as Rosie said,

whispered back, "Would you dare eat poultry

his sister's enthusiasm.

feed them to

plenty of supplies; they could wait to eat the poultry if need

knowing

shot back with a smirk, "What about you?

as silk,

a conspiratorial grin, then got back

two thousand pounds of salted fish and

the poultry hatched, the landmark boulder was already a good

barren, brown earth sprouted some frail weeds,

to

withered, others stood

in dozens of pounds of salted fish, mixed with chopped potato shoots,

pungent scent of the

a few days,

daily, feeding them to the poultry back at their

a legacy of former disasters, yielded impressively resilient

chicks and

new villa district was still

the blistering sun by day and chilly winds at night, the coops alone were

but Stella, ever the pragmatist, fetched a military tent from Arcadia

a surplus from the Union Base, so abundant they

Jasper fenced the area around

fields, Stella

the dandelions,

Having served as maggot feed, the thoroughly decomposed fish

was off, resulting in sparse and weak

fill their bellies; just seeing it grow was

support, she didn't worry about Rosie. It was Snowflake that was the real

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