The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415

Weasel hadn’t expected Nicole to trade wheat seeds. They looked fresh, carefully stored.

Wheat was valuable. It needed far less water than rice and was much easier to grow.

Weasel was thrilled. He could flip this for a solid profit.

After storing the seeds in her storage space, Nicole rode home.

Once back, she told Zeph what Weasel had said.

“Looks like the seafood mutation isn’t just something middlemen know about. Some of the rich know, too. They’re just keeping quiet for their own interests and safety.”

Zeph nodded. “In a disaster like this, most people focus on protecting themselves.”

Nicole leaned against his shoulder. “We stocked so much seafood. Should we still eat it?”

Zeph pulled her closer. “Haven’t we been eating it already?”

True. They had been, for months.

Still, better to be careful going forward. Anything that looked off was out.

The extreme heat dragged on, but under the canopy and with careful watering morning and evening, the sweet potatoes on the terrace survived.

Poppy took care of them. She stayed busy, always finding something to do. Her concussion hadn’t fully healed, but the symptoms had faded, and keeping occupied helped.

The terrace crops were more symbolic than practical. If they depended on that alone, they would’ve already been starving.

Nicole spent most of her time planting the acre of corn in her storage space.

At noon, while they were eating, the radio broadcast an official notice.

Citizens were advised to stop consuming mutated seafood.

Due to extreme heat, polar ice melt had released ancient pathogens into the ocean, causing widespread mutation. Affected seafood showed rapid growth, abnormal size, and deformities.

It wasn’t just seafood. Sea plants were affected as well. Sea salt was still under study and not recommended for consumption.

There were many types of pathogens, and the risks were unclear. Some caused acute gastrointestinal illness, nerve pain, and organ infection. Transmission was mainly through food.

People were urged to inspect carefully and avoid trading for mutated products.

As soon as the broadcast ended, Alex repeated the message over the loudspeaker, reminding residents to avoid seafood unless necessary.

The impact was immediate. For many coastal survivors, it cut off a major source of survival.

Things were only going to get harder.

Cola was happily chewing on a big, fatty crab when the broadcast repeated Alex’s warning.

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+15 Bohus

Dangerous. Toxic. Don’t eat seafood.

He froze. The crab slipped from his mouth.

Nicole couldn’t help laughing. “Go on, eat. What we give you is fine, but what others give you will get you killed.”

Cola tilted his head, seemed to think it through, then gave in and picked it back up.

Life at Oakhaven Gardens had been stable lately.

Setting old grudges aside, Alex brought the veteran well-digger to help the nearby townspeople locate and drill á well.

After more than two weeks, they finally struck water nearly two hundred feet underground, not far from the Westbridge River.

A single spring was enough to keep the small town alive.

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