18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 248

It was harsh to say, but reality can be brutally harsh.

The military base, aka the Kindle Society, selecting only the top caliber survivors who carry the least burden. In addition to facilitating management, it can also increase their survival rate in more severe natural disasters.

Stella accepted Jasper's reasoning, "Perhaps they are living well at the official base."

Whether it was reluctance to accept reality or self-consolation, it was better to look on the bright side.

With the medicine found, they turned the truck around and headed back to Griffith.

Their Hummer battled the elements, sweeping away all obstacles in its path, and after six grueling hours, they safely returned to Eastwood Eden.

After being away for several days, they had no idea whether the rabbits were still alive.

However, to their surprise, upon opening the door, not only were the rabbits alive and well, but they had also shed their previous indifference and coldness, flocking around to rub against her feet.

Snowy even licked her, clutching onto her leg without letting go. Well, was this a recognition of who their owner was, or were they simply tired of eating dry hay?

Sure enough, when Stella brought out fresh hay, they turned their heads away without a second thought.

Such rebellious nature, born with detestable traits. But, they really had it tough these past few days. Stella rewarded them with a bowl of peanuts and chunks of meat. Yes, they ate with extraordinary enthusiasm.

While cleaning the filthy rabbit hutch, she discovered that one of the bunnies had become a mother again, giving birth to several baby rabbits.

Back in 401, they showered from head to toe, had a barbeque with beer, and went to bed after eating.

Waking up around six in the evening, the sun outside was as bright as an incandescent lamp, never ceasing to shine and sparkle.

The house was silent. Jasper was out teaching, Rosie and the dog were running laps downstairs, chased relentlessly by Luna.

Stella stood on the balcony, finding amusement with her binoculars. While adjusting her view, the corner of her eye caught something in the distance. She paused for a moment, then scanned back. After thinking for a moment, she returned to the room and opened a slit in the curtain to carefully observe the crops within and outside Eastwood Eden.

When Jasper returned with Cooper and Rosie, he was curious to see Stella coming down from upstairs, "Why are you upstairs?"

"The crops in Eastwood Eden are almost ripe."

Jasper understood, "You're worried about people coming to steal the grain?"

The constant daylight accelerated the growth of crops, and soon they could harvest sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes one after another.

The ten-acre field was meticulously cared for by the residents, not wasting a single bit of fertilizer.

It’s not a bumper harvest, but it was not easy to have a good yield under such harsh conditions.

The women and children practically lived in the field, fearing that the sweet potato seedlings would freeze to death. They would always cover them with dried weeds when it was cold.

Who wouldn't be envious of the yield from ten acres of land? Food can not only buy a house but also keep people alive.

When she swept over with her binoculars, she noticed some shadows moving. At first, she thought it was an illusion, but after careful observation, she realized that there were indeed people hiding in the shadows.

It was easy to grow grain but hard to guard it. If people came to rob en masse, what should the people of Eastwood Eden do?

Giving up? They had worked hard for half a year to earn points, but just as they were about to succeed, they got robbed.

Fighting back? Regardless of the number of people, there would inevitably be injuries. And, since those people dared to make a move, they would definitely outnumber the residens of Eastwood Eden.

Stella was a little worried, "I'm afraid they want more than just grain."

After robbing the grain, they would kill the members of Eastwood Eden and then occupy the territory.

This wasn't baseless speculation. As Hope Bay continued to develop, whether it was ordinary survivors or police and military forces, they were all moving there, leaving fewer and fewer people in the city.

When there were fewer normal people, there were more evil people.

Jasper picked up the walkie-talkie, but couldn't contact Mark, probably because the walkie-talkie was out of power.

He took a power bank, "I'll go over and see what he's planning."

Stella didn't stop him, thinking about what to have for dinner.

Less than an hour later, Jasper came back, washed his hands and sat down for dinner, "The patrol team discovered it this afternoon. Indeed, someone has designs on Eastwood Eden."

Mark pulled out a potato and estimated that it would take another half a month to fully mature. The corn was still in the milking stage, and the sweet potatoes were not at the best time either. After working hard for half a year, if they harvest early, not only would the taste and appearance be greatly reduced, but the amount of grain would be at least 30% less.

Stella frowned, "What are they planning to do?"

Mark ordered the scavenging team to stop their work temporarily and join the patrol team to protect the grain. At the same time, they turned the ironware and steel pipes found by the scavenging team into weapons and spread thorns around the crops.

"Protecting the crops is important, but has he considered that if the other party robs the grain, they also need time to harvest the crops." This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She thought that compared to the crops in the fields, the people of Eastwood Eden were more in danger. All they had to do was kill the people and wait for the crops to ripen.

As for why they didn't wait until after the harvest, they probably believed that Mark was a smart man who would directly let the official send a truck to collect the crops on site when the time came.

To rob the official's grain? The penalty would surely come.

So making a move now was the best opportunity.

Stella sighed in her heart, it was not easy to stay alive. They thought of Eastwood Eden as a paradise, but where was there a true paradise in the post-apocalyptic world?

If you were weak, you would be eaten by the strong. If you were strong, you would be targeted.

Having slept a lot during the day, Stella sat on the sofa watching TV, while the usually lively two, unusually, went to bed early.

Jasper came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, "Did you take a shower?"

"I took it earlier." Stella sniffed herself, "I smell good."

No sooner had she finished speaking than she was lifted off her feet by Jasper. They had been on the run for the past few days, and it had been a while since they had sex. Both of them were in the mood.

After closing the bedroom door, they began to kiss passionately. In the midst of their heated kisses, Stella suddenly pushed Jasper away, "Aren't you afraid that Rosie and Cooper will hear?"

"They're already asleep."

Today, they had purposely let the two of them run around the neighborhood for two hours. Not only were they tired and sleeping soundly, but he had also closed the doors to their rooms.

Stella was both amused and annoyed, "Are you her real brother?"

"What should we do then?" Jasper kissed her, "Don't you want to?"

After saying that, he reached out and dimmed the bedside lamp.