18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 239

Plant mutation?

Exposed to all sorts of severe weather, mutating to adapt to new environments indeed accorded with the theory of evolution.

Whatever. She decided to plant it in the Arcadia for now.

Hoping to find a few more, the three of them conducted a thorough search, but unfortunately, they found no more.

They continued to chop wood, finding herbs when they grew tired.

Having spent five to six days in the thick woods, they'd cleared several hills of trees, enough to keep five to six truckloads of lumber for themselves and donate ten more.

They didn't rush to leave but instead, sought herbs in the dense forest. Over the next few days, they found about fifty to sixty different herbs, the most valuable among them were a young ginseng plant, several wild yam plants, and some goji berries.

Stella's eyes were about to pop out looking for them. It was an extreme eye strain; she was exhausted and needed to rest.

And so, their wood-chopping trip ended. With their dog and rabbits in tow, they planned to return to the city.

“Ah…!”

A horrific scream suddenly echoed throughout the dense forest. The chilling sound caused goosebumps to rise. Cooper's fur stood on end, his face fierce.

Jasper perked up his ears, “It sounds like it's coming from another part of the forest.”

This scream, even after three years, Stella was overly familiar with it - it was filled with despair. It wasn't a simple distress call.

Over the past three years, whether it was Lukas' group or Jasper, and even Cooper and Rosie, had slowly been healing her. But when the scream echoed again, Stella felt her blood rush to her head, and she instantly drew her gun and loaded it.

Jasper noticed her emotional fluctuation, “Don't panic. Let's see what's going on first.”

Stella nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

The dog took the lead, taking a shortcut to the other hill.

“Rosie, don't worry. Watch your step and keep quiet.”

Rosie wasn't nervous. In fact, she was even more alert than the dog, but her brother's concern made her particularly obedient, “Okay.”

Cooper was on full alert, leading the humans and the rabbits on a criminal hunting expedition.

Over the hill, a winding mountain road appeared. Jasper was adept at tracking. The path in front of him could hardly be called a path; it was more like a trail from frequent use.

He observed the traces left on the road, “There seem to be more than ten people.”

Following the inconspicuous path, the three of them hastened their pace and quickly climbed another hill, only to see four men holding knives, and six others tied up with ropes.

Stella took out her binoculars. Two were skinny girls, and the rest four were children around ten years old. One child was so hungry he couldn't stand, stumbling and falling onto the ground. Tied to the same rope, when one fell, they all fell.

The men were irritated, rushing over to kick and punch the child, “Useless! Damn, I'm going to slaughter you first when we get back.”

The girl threw herself over, shielding one of the boys with her body, “Don't hit my brother.”

The punches and kicks fell like rain, and the horrific screams echoed again.

Cooper snarled, an intent to kill clear on its face. Jasper remained calm, “They must have a hideout, and…”

He didn't finish, but Stella knew what he meant.

Jasper reached out, brushing a piece of grass off her hair, “Stella, do you want to continue?”