18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 110

Facing his invitation, Stella flatly declined, "No thank you, we're just civilians."

Evan shifted his gaze to Jasper, saying, "What about you? If I'm not mistaken, you have a military background. The country needs people like you now. Have you considered joining us?”

Rosie, taken aback, instinctively clung to his arm, "Jasper."

Jasper, calming his sister, responded, "I've been discharged due to an injury. Our parents are dead, and I have to take care of my little sister."

"I'm sorry," said Evan, somewhat regretful. "If you change your mind, you can always find me at the police station."

They got in the car and left. With plenty of time to spare, they headed to the mall.

Throughout the journey, Jasper was solemn and silent. Although he was usually a man of few words, Stella could tell something was off. He seemed a bit downcast.

Could Evan's words have affected him?

It was possible. Military men were known for their spirit of sacrifice and dedication, and his skills were definitely up to par. His discharge due to injury could just be a ruse.

He probably had deeper secrets, and only retired because he had no choice. Yet, the responsibilities and mission of a soldier were still tormenting him.

People always had to make choices. You can't please everyone.

Rosie held her brother's hand, a smile appearing involuntarily in her eyes.

Stella couldn't help but lower her head, just as Cooper looked up, his eyes reflecting her full image.

Cody and Lukas were fooling around in front, with Angela following behind.

The mall was crowded, and for safety reasons, Stella put the dog in her backpack and entered the bustling market.

It was her first time here, but Cody and the others had been here several times and were familiar with the place.

Despite the cold, it was certainly busier than during the flood, with people coming and going. However, there were more onlookers, and very few successful trades.

The goods on the stalls were varied, but the needs of the stall owners were remarkably consistent: food, coal, or medicine. They came every day but left empty-handed every time.

Stella wasn't sure what she wanted and could only walk and look around. She stopped at a stall.

The stall owner was a veterinarian who used to run a pet clinic before the disaster. The stall was filled with pet supplies and toys, deworming medicine, fur conditioners, grooming tools, nail clippers, etc. If it were before the disaster, he would be making a fortune. But now, no one was interested.

Stella hadn't prepared anything for the dog since she hadn't found him earlier, but now she couldn't resist.

She picked a teething toy, a chew ball, a leash, a grooming tool, and deworming medicine that hadn't expired and was unopened.

She didn't mind spending on the dog and took everything she might need, "How much for these?"

He was a bit excited and held up three fingers. Just three pounds of rice.

Three pounds of rice might be a lot for others, but not for Stella. Not wanting to reveal her wealth, she didn't rush to accept, but instead pretended to be distressed.

The owner, fearing she wouldn't agree, hurriedly reduced the price, "Two pounds. I really can't go any lower. I have a child to feed."

The man was thin as a rail, his eyes sunk deep into their sockets, giving him a haggard appearance.

When Angela and the others moved forward, Stella finally spoke, "Two pounds of white rice or three pounds of broken rice, which one do you want?"