The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Beatrice asked Nicole to go downstairs with her to check the situation.

All the flour was gone. They still had one bag of rice, but the gas was used up, and only a few alcohol fuel blocks were left.

To save fuel, they soaked the rice first, poured it into a thermal flask, then added boiling water, sealed the lid, and let it steam through before eating.

It wasn’t just that. The air was so damp that clothes never dried, and Beatrice had started feeling sick from it.

If possible, she and Hughie wanted to go to a shelter. The conditions probably wouldn’t be great, but at least there would be food and hot water.

“The typhoon and rain went way beyond what the weather bureau predicted,” Nicole said, cutting through/ Beatrice’s hope.

“Even our place is flooded up to the third floor. Other areas are probably worse.

“Most of the food is soaked. How much do you think is still floating and usable? At this water level, even gyms and libraries are underwater. The authorities will probably have to use hotels or office buildings as shelters.”

So many people packed together meant food, bathrooms, and sleeping space would all be problems.

The typhoon might be over, but the rain wasn’t. Flooding could last for months.

Last time, plenty of lower-floor residents moved into shelters, only to come back a few days later and crowd the hallways again. They said everywhere was packed. There was no space to sleep, barely any food, and constant theft and fights. It was total chaos.

The government had to deal with rescues and also send teams out to find supplies. In the end, they could only salvage food from underwater. After soaking that long, even getting people 30% full was considered a success.

Beatrice felt heavy, but still decided to go take a look. Maybe there would be good news.

Nicole didn’t go. She went next door to check on Poppy instead.

Poppy was doing better, which put the half-trained “doctor” in a great mood.

An hour later, Beatrice came back looking defeated. The firefighters were only evacuating people whose homes were flooded. As for large-scale relief, they didn’t know yet.

“It’s fine,” Nicole said, trying to lift Beatrice’s spirits. “If others won’t save us, we save ourselves.”

“Yeah,” Beatrice said, shaking it off. “The typhoon’s stopped. Maybe the rain will stop soon, too.”

Hope was crucial for survival.

But the rain didn’t stop. It got heavier. The sky pressed low and dark.

By 5 p.m., it was already dark out. The typhoon had mostly died down, but aside from the constant hum of assault boats moving back and forth, the city fell into a terrifying silence.

Nicole ate early, then set alarms, starting at 10 p.m., one every hour.

Around 1 a.m., firefighters finished evacuating the trapped residents. Crownview Residences went completely quiet, with nothing but rain left.

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+15 Bonus

Nicole put on her cut-resistant vest. It felt like a thin thermal layer. She tested the sample fabric with a blade. No cut. The quality was sold.

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