18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 589

Chapter 589

In terms of military or technological prowess, Griffith didn't even come close to Willowbrook; they should've been focusing on what Ocean Point Naval Station was lacking.

Stella quickly decided to check out the poultry farm, skipping the barracks and the desalination plant. The farm had grown massively, now a substantial operation, with many birds almost ready for market.

The moth plague didn't discriminate - both humans and birds got sick from inhaling the toxic dust. Poultry was valuable, and after some thefts, Poppy had insisted that at least half the workers stay overnight at the farm. The workers were more than happy to oblige, as the staff quarters were more comfortable than their own homes, and they treated them like their own.

Treating the staff was manageable due to their small numbers, but thousands of birds...

When Stella arrived, she found Poppy with her face wrapped in layers of cloth, directing the workers to fumigate the coops with mugwort. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. The workers were also struggling to hold back their emotions.

Stella felt a deep sorrow; in this disaster, human life seemed as fragile as straw. When Poppy saw her, her barely-held composure began to crack. "Stella, the birds are in bad shape. What are we going to do?"

it; things were getting better, so why did disaster always strike at the worst moments? Despite her youth, Poppy always showed maturity and handled her tasks flawlessly. Stella had never seen her

felt the same way, pushing through their own sickness to keep their jobs. It wasn't pure altruism; they needed to keep their livelihoods. If

eyes red and their heads drooping. The mugwort wasn't helping much. She decided to

had the workers stop and clean the birds' eyes with fresh water. She sent Poppy to fetch potato starch and chopped greens. While Poppy was away, she discreetly took out ground Sichuan pepper and chili powder from Arcadia. She mixed the powders into the starch and greens, then poured boiling water to blend it all together. Once mixed, she shaped them into pellets the size of her little finger

get in. Use these herbs to make a wash, and I'll come back later." The other bag was for the birds. Half an hour

others; she couldn't stay long. Her instructions brought

moths, she hurried to the farm. On the way, she encountered a group of strangers who didn't look like base

Poppy, preoccupied with the state of the poultry, didn't pay it much

recalled, "I heard coughing, and they were all covering their mouths and noses. Someone even told me to

a bleak sight - panicked patients everywhere, some with bleeding eyes. Medical staff were scarce, treatment took time, and the overwhelmed patients were losing control. Those untreated

through the crowd, and upon seeing her in protective gear, desperate hands reached out. "Doctor, save me, I'm going blind..." They were interrupted by violent coughing. Talk was cheap at times like these. "Wait,

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