Chapter 146 Hope
Chase turned around and called out a woman's name. "Faye. Faye Harris! Come down quickly!"
Soon, a long-haired woman came running over.
Chase solemnly handed the child to her, "From now on, you will take care of this child. Treat her as if she were your deceased daughter. You must not let anything happen to her. She is our lifeline.Do you understand?"
The woman named Faye Harris had recently lost her own daughter. At this moment, she looked at the baby girl in front of her and, overwhelmed with emotion, held her tightly, refusing to let go.
Steven showed a casual smile at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like I can rest easy now, right?"
Chase nodded repeatedly, "Yes, you can rest easy!"
Steven said no more.
He felt that he had done his part for Mia. Whether she lived or died next was beyond his concern.
He glanced at the emaciated Chase and then looked up at the 18-story building in front of him.
Suddenly, he asked, "How many people are still alive in this building?"
Chase cautiously replied, "There are 66 people left."
"66?" Steven suddenly laughed happily, "That's an interesting number, and I like it. Hope the number can bring some good luck my way!"
Chase could only laugh along.
Steven then asked, "How are you all planning to survive? I won't be providing any food for you!"
Chase opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "We'll find a way! We've survived this long and faced many difficulties."
"As long as people are alive, there is hope. When God closes a door, He opens a window. I firmly believe that!"
Steven chuckled wickedly and leaned in close to Chase, saying temptingly, "The food problem is easy to solve. See those buildings I burned down? The meat inside are enough to last you a while!"
Chase's expression changed.
He shook his head firmly, "No, we won't go that far. Once we start down the wrong path, our end will still be destruction."
"Rather than that, it's better to die with dignity. At least our hearts will be clear and unashamed."
Steven looked at Chase in surprise.
He admitted that he was somewhat shocked by the man in front of him.
Even in such difficult times, could someone still maintain their principles?
There must be some!
But Steven hadn't expected such a person to appear by his side.
If it weren't for experiencing such a painful disaster, it would be hard to truly see a person's character.
Steven smiled slightly and said to Chase, "To be honest, I kind of admire you."
Chase smiled with difficulty. "Thank you, but I admire you more. Because you have the ability to keep yourself and those around you alive.Even in the apocalypse, you can still live well."
"In this regard, I'm far behind you," he added.
At this point, Chase gathered his courage and made another attempt. "Steven, I have a request."
"Stop!" Steven raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "I know what you're going to say, but you don't need to say it. I won't help you! I don't have the time."
Chase asked in confusion, "Why? You could provide 300 portions of food before. Now, there aren't many people living in the community. With your skills, I totally believe you could manage this whole community and lead everyone to survive!"
Steven sneered. "I'm not God; I can't save that many people."
"Even if I saved them, they might not be grateful. When you help someone in difficult times, they will be grateful. But if you continue to help for a long time, they will become dependent on your help. If you suddenly stop, they will resent and blame you for not helping them. I understand this very well."
"In chaotic times, it's already hard enough to take care of myself. I don't have grand ambitions or a noble heart; I just want to live well."
The last hope was also shattered, and Chase's face turned somewhat grim.
Although he spoke well about God opening a window when a door closed, given the current situation, it was indeed hard to hold on for much longer.
Steven looked at him and suddenly said, "In life, you have to rely on yourself. You have somewhat moved me, making me believe that there is still a glimmer of humanity in the apocalypse."
"I'll give you a chance."
Steven pretended to reach into his large pocket and rummaged around, eventually pulling out a bag of corn seeds.
He threw the corn seeds on the ground and continued to dig into his pocket.
Soon, he took out seeds of wheat, rice, soybeans, potatoes, sweet potatoes...
Seeds and tubers of more than a dozen crops appeared in front of Chase.
"So, that's the chance. You can try to grow food to sustain yourselves. Of course, you can also eat them. It's up to you how to use them. This is all I can do for you."
Steven didn't know how to farm, so he gave Chase many seeds and tubers.
To him, it was like throwing a couple of fish fry into a pond and waiting a few years to harvest a school of fish.
They were waiting for a miracle.
If Chase and his people could survive, it would mean that God truly favored those who kept their principles.
If they died, then so be it.
After doing all this, Steven turned around gracefully, waved his hand, and left Building 18 without hesitation.
Chase stood there, dumbfounded.
Looking at the seeds and tubers on the ground, he felt at a loss.
Could these things be planted in temperatures around minus 160 degrees Fahrenheit?
At that moment, an elderly man with white hair suddenly ran out of the hallway.
He hurriedly picked up the seeds and tubers from the ground, ignoring the cold, and stuffed them into his arms.
"Quick, put these seeds away. If we can grow them, we won't have to worry about food!" he said.
Chase's eyes lit up when he saw the old man.
Joseph Franklin was a retired professor who had specialized in crop research at the agricultural college. He was 75 years old.
It was only in Building 18 that this elderly man had managed to survive until now.
Chase asked, "Mr. Franklin, can you grow these crops? Even in such cold weather, can you grow them?"
Joseph shivered and said, "There's a chance. Yes,we definitely have a chance! We have to try, no matter how slim the hope. If we succeed, we can survive!"
Chase suddenly understood and quickly helped him put the precious seeds and tubers into their clothes to keep them warm.
After doing all this, Steven returned home.
At this moment, he felt incredibly relaxed.
Finally, the neighborhood grudges were over. As long as he completed the next task, he could hold his beautiful Elinor and have several children.
Elinor had just finished changing Henry's bandages. She walked out of the room, taking off her mask.
Seeing Steven lazily lying on the couch, she asked, "Are you done with everything?"
Steven nodded. "I'm a bit hungry. Go make some food!"
"Okay, what do you want for lunch today?" Elinor walked to the kitchen, putting on an apron as she prepared to cook.
Steven walked into the kitchen with a mischievous smile. He reached out and hugged her from behind.
"I want to eat you!" he said.
"What are you doing? Henry is still in the next room!" Elinor was embarrassed.
"It's okay. The house has good soundproofing. He won't hear," he replied.
"I still have to cook. Can't you wait?" she said.
"You do your thing, and I'll do mine. It won't interfere." Steven didn't mind that.
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