18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 79

Ascending the stairs, Angela offered to share some of her firewood with Stella.

However, Stella declined. "I've got plenty of blankets and clothing. I burn wood slower. You guys keep it. I'll chop my own when I need it."

Knowing Stella's independent nature, Angela didn't insist.

Lukas knocked on the door of apartment 1801, summoning everyone to gather in 1803. "Good news!" He announced.

Many people had gone to Griffith Mountain to chop wood that day, and they had gleaned some heartening information. "The government is going to distribute supplies," he said.

The previous floods had not only made it difficult for the residents to get around but also paralyzed many government departments. Now that the floodwaters had frozen over, it was frigid, but at least they could move freely.

"The government will distribute food the day after tomorrow. They will distribute it once a week. Each person will get a pound, and residents can collect it at the original community center with their ID."

One pound of rice per week wasn't much, but the disaster had struck suddenly, and all supplies had been submerged in the floodwater. Coastal cities had a low altitude, so even if the national grain storage facilities were situated at higher locations, how much could have been transferred in time given the devastating combination of the storm and the flood?

Griffith had several million inhabitants. Even if more than half of them had tragically perished, there were still over a million survivors. It was not easy to provide this amount of food.

“In addition, the government has declared the old currency invalid. They will introduce a new currency later. For now, we will barter,” Lukas continued.

This news didn’t mean much to the residents, who had already spent all their money. But it was a blow to those who had profited from the disaster. They were probably weeping in their home.

"Besides distributing food, the government has also announced a recruitment drive for thousands of positions, ranging from technical researchers to corpse collection teams. The pay is in food. Scarce technical researchers can get twenty to thirty pounds of grain a month. The laborers at the bottom, who do the hard work, get five pounds a month, with lunch provided.”

Lukas joked, "Stella, do you think we should apply?"

"It's up to you. I’m not going."

Five pounds of rice a month for hard labor wouldn't even feed one person, but with the weekly relief food, one could scrape by.

Lukas was just joking. The task of the 18th floor was to protect their home, not to earn a pitiful five pounds of food. They could get by on what they had in apartment 1803 for two years.

The government had already turned from being passive to active in disaster relief. Things could get better in the future, so there was no need for them to risk their lives for a bit of food. Besides, there was no guarantee they'd live long enough to spend it.

So, the occupants of the 18th floor decided to take it easy and not compete for jobs with others.

When Stella left, she noticed that Cody had a wound on his hand. "What happened?" She asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious. We were just cornered by several groups when we were chopping wood on Griffith Mountain. They wanted to steal our wood and saw, but we fought them off."

The outside was chaos. Even going out in groups of three was fraught with danger. A moment's carelessness could get you schemed against. They were just chopping wood, and even with Lukas and Angela standing guard, they were still targeted.

Stella wanted to console him, but she didn't know what to say. After all, this was not only the norm, but it would become even more brutal in the future.

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On the day of relief food distribution, Cody came over early to knock on Stella's door. Stella didn't want to queue. "You guys go ahead. I'll stay and watch the house."

So, the three of them from apartment 1803 went to the community center early.

The resilience of humans far exceeded their expectations. When they were holed up at home, it seemed like the whole world had come to a standstill, filled with the silence of human death.

However, when the relief food was distributed, it was a sea of people everywhere. They set out in the morning and only returned after one o’clock in the afternoon, pulling out the bags of rice from their thick coats.

The rice was a mix of new and broken grains. To prevent people from collecting multiple times, they could only distribute it to the person whose ID was presented.