18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 122

Lukas, who earned his own keep, was incredibly tough and resilient. “Sure, next time we get the day shift and it’s not too far from the apartment. We can reassess the situation after the shift.”

Angela was worried sick at the thought of Lukas getting hurt, “If things get too dangerous, we’ll just quit. For now, it’s best to keep earning.”

The trio did a quick inventory. Their stash, including the rationed food from their workplace, added up to almost fifty pounds. That included canned goods and frozen potatoes.

They handed all the remaining goods to Stella for safekeeping, hoping to barter them for food when the opportunity arose.

Cody tucked away the cigarettes gratefully. Those would come in handy for socializing at work, breaking the ice with colleagues or buttering up the bosses. He might even score some easier duties with these.

Stella left with her things, not wanting to disturb their rest.

The usually quiet hallway became lively again in the afternoon. For some reason, Stella felt a strange sense of peace.

The weather was getting colder and colder. If it wasn’t for their thermal clothing, Stella feared that even breathing in the cold outside air could choke her.

Angela knocked on the door, holding two pounds of rice, which she offered Stella as a token for guarding their place.

Stella refused, “Even when you guys aren’t around, I still need to live here right? The reputation of the 18th floor precedes it. As long as there’s no trouble, I don’t need your protection rations.”

She didn’t take it, and neither did Jasper.

Finally, Angela proposed, “Come over for dinner today, our treat.”

That was a tempting offer.

Stella was starting to feel the silence of the 18th floor unnerving. Jasper, although a living, breathing human, was not much of a talker. Occasionally, he would strike up a conversation with her, but it was always a bit awkward.

She felt awkward, and Jasper did too.

Their daily interactions were limited to a few words, making the atmosphere uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the aftermath of the bikini party and her previously brash words that made things weird between them.

Regardless, the return of the people in apartment 1803 was a welcome change for Stella.

She brought over a frozen fish, but Angela insisted she didn’t need to contribute anything. “Just come over, and if you like, you can help with the cooking.”

Honestly, they were tired of eating the same old stew.

Stella had no objections since she wasn’t going to be the one cooking. The next generation of cooks was already being groomed.

Jasper cooked two dishes: bacon stewed with pickled greens and lean meat stir-fried with dehydrated cabbage.

The pickled greens and dehydrated cabbage were all scavenged by Stella from the trading market. “I traded several pounds of them. If you like them, you can have some.”

Though she said she scavenged them, they were actually from Arcadia.

She had dried greens and stuffed them into a plastic bottle tightly. After sealing it for three months, they tasted just like pickles.

The cabbage was sun-dried since she didn’t have freeze-drying technology. It tasted pretty good stir-fried with a bit of oil after being rehydrated. Although it couldn't compare to fresh vegetables, having something to eat in this freezing weather was already a luxury.

Angela was delighted, “We’ll take as much as you can give.”

The struggle of not having any vegetables was something the restroom visitors would understand.

Cody was excited too, “Stella, how much can you give us?”

Stella thought for a moment, “Three or four pounds?”

“Sounds good,” he nodded in satisfaction, “In the future, if you have more, bring it back for us.”

They could trade any unwanted items for it. If that wasn’t enough, they could use food or dog food to barter.