The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477

Nicole watched the entire battle through her binoculars. In the distance, dust clouds rose above the ruins.

The cornfields ran red with blood, but the residents defending their homes had won.

Quite a few people were injured, but the battle had been completely one-sided. Not a single thug got away.

The remaining scavengers near the ruins were thoroughly shaken. No one dared push forward again, and they all fell back. Two hours later, they finally gave up and dispersed.

By then, there wasn’t a soul left in sight.

Only after working up the courage did Alex lead a team to the ruins. What they found left everyone frozen in place. Then, one after another, they turned aside and vomited.

After forcing themselves to regain their composure, they cleaned up the scene and collected the bodies scattered across the cornfields.

Late that night, the radio crackled to life.

Whether Zeph and Nicole cared to hear it or not, Alex wanted to thank them on behalf of everyone in Oakhaven Gardens.

Knowing they disliked attention, he kept it short. “Don’t worry. Everyone knows what matters. No one will breathe a word of it.”

He was talking about the guns.

With the thugs gone, peace returned to Oakhaven Gardens, though no one let their guard down.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and the crops were finally ready to harvest.

The cold-resistant potatoes weren’t particularly tasty, so Alex had someone bring over more than a dozen pounds of corn for Nicole and Zeph to try.

Nicole accepted. It was a thoughtful gesture she couldn’t very well refuse.

Despite growing under four seasons’ worth of weather every single day, the corn looked almost identical to what came from the black soil garden. The flavor, however, was noticeably milder. It still tasted good, just not as sweet or fragrant.

Perhaps that, too, was another mutation brought on by the disasters.

Not wanting to risk any further delays, Alex made another trip to the administrative hall. This time, he managed to secure a large truck.

The entire community pitched in. Some dug potatoes, others harvested sweet potatoes or picked corn. The fields buzzed with activity.

With so many hands working together, everything was harvested in a single day.

They weighed the entire harvest on the spot. Even after farming over 1.5 acres, they still came up short of what was needed to pay for the housing allocation.

Out of options, Alex asked every household to contribute dried vegetables to make up the difference.

Leafy greens grew quickly, and everyone had been drying the surplus after each harvest. Every family contributed

1/2

more than 30 pounds, barely scraping together enough.

+15 Benus

Thankfully, they had spent the past few months gathering wild greens as well. Otherwise, many families would’ve struggled just to feed themselves.

Still, they finally have a place to call home in this apocalypse. Even if the whole family had to crowd into a single room, it was infinitely better than drifting from place to place as refugees.

This was only the beginning. If they worked hard enough, maybe one day, they would earn a larger home.

People needed hope. Without it, life became almost impossible to endure.

The houses still weren’t finished, so moving day remained some time away. No one had the luxury of slowing down.

The women, children, and elderly continued planting vegetables, carefully keeping their own saved seeds / separate from those distributed by the agricultural institute.

They wanted to squeeze in as many harvests as possible before relocating. Once they moved, there would be no more farmland. No one knew how they would earn a living afterward.

The younger, stronger residents kept hauling sand or scavenging for supplies to earn points for renovating their new homes.

If nothing else, they would need doors and windows.

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