18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 302

Moss was sprouting up everywhere, a veritable feast for the backyard chickens, which meant there'd be fresh meat on the table soon enough.

But you couldn't live on moss alone; a little variety wouldn't hurt. Some seeds for lettuce or spinach would do nicely.

However, no one dared to ask the folks in Building 50 directly. So, they had to take the long way around, through Austin.

Austin was a shrewd middleman, always had an angle. He might've been all smiles and smooth talk around the well-to-do, but times had changed. Watching them grovel and sweet-talk was quite the show. Gone was their once lofty air.

"Austin, buddy, we're really counting on you here. This is serious."

Austin put on airs, "I'll see what I can do, but no promises. Those guys from Building 50 can be finicky. Considering... Anyway, let's not dwell on the past, eh?"

"We're all created equal. We've always had respect for them from Building 50. It's just that our wives, bless their hearts, got misled and made a mess of things. We've straightened them out since then."

Those in the game knew when to bow and when to stand tall, quick to adapt to the new reality. After all, Building 50 was a force to be reckoned with. Making nice with them was all gain, no pain. Even Bran was eager to get in their good graces. Given the chance, they'd outdo him in no time.

Austin actually brought it up with Stella. Now that the neighborhood was relatively safe, he and his son swung by Building 50 for a hot stew dinner.

Nothing beat the warmth of a spicy stew on a cold day. Throw in a few swigs of whiskey, and you'd feel nothing short of heavenly.

"You can't just give in to every request. You gotta make 'em sweat for it. If it comes too easy, nobody's gonna respect you."

If anyone knew how to play the customer game, it was Austin. No one dared claim the top spot if he was second.

"Mark my words, the moment this eternal night is over, they'll turn on us faster than you can flip a page."

Stella felt the same. With years of darkness ahead, she needed to stockpile meat and eggs for her family, not hand them out willy-nilly.

Yet, refusing outright wasn't practical. If everyone else was munching on scraps while you dined on steak, how long before resentment brewed trouble?

Stella had a plan but invited negotiation. "Austin, what's your take?"

"Play hard to get. Let 'em sweat. But I do need a batch for Monkey's crew. They're tight-knit, and with moss aplenty, they ain't short on chicken feed."

If Monkey's folks needed help, Stella couldn't say no.

However, since that place was essentially an complex of apartments, the sound of chickens and ducks was quite conspicuous and could easily attract attention, making it susceptible to thieves. Moreover, poultry consumed a significant amount of food.

"I'll send them a few pairs of quail. They grow fast, lay plenty of eggs, and the hens are quiet. Plus, they don't stink up the place when you keep 'em."

Austin laughed heartily, "You always think things through, Stella."

Stella picked out four egg-laying quail hens and one male quail. She wasn't one to play favorites; once the eggs hatched, she'd share with the whole building. Eastwood Eden's members included.

If everyone had a bit of protein, infighting was less likely.

As for Lukas and his folks, Stella left the choice to them.