After two years of disaster, the batteries in the safe's alarm system had finally run out, sparing them the piercing sound.
Two safes were filled with gold, one brimming with jewels and gemstones.
In the old days, Stella would have been over the moon. Now, she couldn't even muster a smile. Her premonition had come true. Arcadia was no longer expanding.
Jasper examined the treasures, "It's real."
For Stella, this was an enormous stroke of luck. She had already stocked up on essential supplies, so her outlook was considerably brighter. If Arcadia didn't want it, she would gladly take it.
There were over 300 pounds of gold, and an even greater number of jewels and gemstones. She had never had the money or the opportunity before. Now, she could wear a new piece every day if she wished.
Arcadia was large, and The Garden spanned over 20 acres. She hadn't had the time to organize her supplies, so they were scattered everywhere, leaving very little space for farming. She knew she had to tidy up, to make room for crops. After all, having food was the key to peace of mind.
To survive in the long run, she still needed more essential survival supplies.
Jasper was getting up early the next day to teach the people of Eastwood Eden some self-defense.
Despite being a small group of just over a hundred, everyone wanted to learn how to protect themselves. Even a seventy-year-old man had signed up.
Mark had to personally select the participants, "Let's do this in batches. We’ll start with the younger generation. They'll be the mainstay in protecting our home."
Nobody dared to protest when even Mark didn't get a spot.
The summer sun rose early. By five o'clock, it was already light. When Jasper got up, Stella couldn't sleep anymore and rose to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Rosie, still groggy from sleep, kept rubbing her eyes.
Stella was puzzled, "Rosie, why don't you sleep a bit longer?"
"I want to go with Jasper, to help him teach them how to box."
Jasper explained, "It's hard to teach people with no foundation. Rosie can motivate them."
Stella agreed with his approach and prepared breakfast - a bowl of oatmeal and some bagels.
Rosie was well-behaved, brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth after eating, so as not to let others smell the food.
Cooper sneaked behind Rosie, trying to sneak out with them. Stella raised an eyebrow, "Cooper?"
The dog pouted, obediently coming back to sit down, looking utterly wronged.
"Well, you can't blame them. You're just so handsome, it's no wonder people want to do bad things to you," Stella consoled, petting Cooper's head. "Let's just stay at home and not test humanity."
Over a hundred pounds of meat would be irresistible to anyone.
"Just hold on, Cooper. Once we get a mansion in the rich district, you can do whatever you want."
Cooper finally settled down, resting his head on her lap.
After watching an hour of medical videos, Stella stretched on the balcony. She noticed Mark taking a walk with a dog trailing behind him. A brown poodle, skinny and not more than a few pounds, but spirited.
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