As Kain and Amelia were attempting to figure out what the drone people wanted. The drone people were having their own chat. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

A young man lounged in a recliner, laughing, munching on snacks. "See that? Still hoping for rescue. Wishful thinking."

The man beside him was cold. He didn’t respond, only watched as Jon quickly walked into the building. Unlike the playful young man, who thought everything would always go his way, this man was different.

He was the young man’s guard. He has always taken his job seriously. Even now, he takes it seriously. This is the reason the young man can live such a carefree life.

Before the second earthquake, he had gone out and gotten all sorts of food. Going into half-submerged supermarkets to collect as much food as possible.

Currently, they still have a large portion of edible food.

He looked at the young man who was eating as if it were a regular day. The guard, Marcus, though willing to protect him in the off chance that his family has survived and can pay him, is now thinking differently.

He has noticed the changes in his body. The hidden ailments are actually healing. A faint energy seems to be running through his body. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it gave him second thoughts.

"Marky Mark, why aren’t you saying anything? Come on, don’t be a buzzkill. Here." He pushed a snack past Marcus’ lips, forcing him to eat it.

Marcus only gave a sideways glance at the young man before reaching for the radio. He had only gotten it up and running for a few days. There isn’t much information, mainly people crying for help.

After not gaining any useful information, Marcus said, "It’s best if we make contact. We need information. They are already attempting to grow food. Bring the drone back. I will write a letter, and you will deliver it."

The youth scoffed. Marcus had always been a buzzkill. Even now, the only reason he could use the drone was for Marcus to scout. If he wasn’t useful, the youth would have wanted to kick him out.

He was one of the many people who believed that the waters would go down sooner or later. His family is rich. Even if he can’t get to them now, Marcus won’t abandon him because he still needs his parents’ money.

Still, he listened to Marcus. Being in contact with those losers is better than nothing.

Last time, they saw them going on and coming back with a large fish. He wasn’t interested. Having that fishy smell in their place would be nauseating.

Before long, the letter was written, and the drone was sent out.

When Jon went back to the rooftop, he saw the drone had disappeared.

"Did it leave?"

Kirk and Lyon listlessly nodded.

"Are you still expecting the military to care about us? Haven’t you understood that no matter how much money we have, we’re less important than any member of the legislature? The government has probably already tucked its tail and hidden away."

He patted them on the shoulder. Any further words wouldn’t help. He sighed and left them to their own devices. His mission now is to produce vegetables.

Jon was trying to figure out how to create a proper filtration system to reuse the water. Kain hadn’t mentioned how much water they had, but he was concerned about whether they had enough.

While he was thinking about this, he heard the buzzing sound again. When he turned around, he saw the drone flying towards him.

Unlike last time, this time, something was attached to it.

Jon watched the drone. He thought for a moment before walking up to it and taking the item from the drone. When he saw it was a letter, he couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow.

They want to make contact?

Jon looked at the drone and said, "Wait." As for whether the person could hear him, it didn’t matter. He turned around and went back to the fifth floor.

Steeling himself, he knocked on the door again. Kain answered, "I think we need to cut your access to Floor Five."

Jon said nothing, only handing him the letter.

Kain raised an eyebrow and took it. He opened it and read it. When he saw it, he smiled.

He hadn’t expected the drone owner to reach out to him. Even asking if they could talk.

With the mention of radio transmission, Kain realized he hadn’t thought of contacting the outside world. He hadn’t even thought about getting news from outside.

That was an oversight on his part. Even if he knew things that would happen later, this life and the last were different. Two events that didn’t happen in the previous life happened in this one.

There might be multiple differences he hadn’t considered.

Future knowledge is one thing, but he should never neglect information that’s readily accessible.

This time, he had to thank the Hartwell’s. He hadn’t thought of collecting such things himself, but they did. When he went to one of their warehouses, he saw them and decided to take a few.

"Give me a few minutes, I’ll write a reply."

He didn’t invite Jon in, but he didn’t close the door either.

"What’s that?" Amelia saw the letter in his hand.

"The drone owner," he waved the letter. "He wants to get in contact with us."

Amelia took the letter and read it. She, too, felt she had overlooked the idea of outside communication. In her mind, they had only just gotten their bearings, and there was plenty of time to contact others.

"Let’s do it. But we need to set up a radio."

"He already told us the frequency. All we need to do is set it up and contact him. I’ll write back to let him know we’ll talk in half an hour. That should be enough time. Oh, and call Vera or Jake, we need to set up radios on the other floors. I’ll ask the system if there is a way to block the signal so they can only receive information."

"Don’t. Let them try. Don’t keep people who don’t want to be kept," Amelia replied.

Kain thought briefly then nodded.

It didn’t take long for Kain to finish writing his reply.

The letter reached Marcus quickly. A small smile curved at the corner of his mouth. He cast a glance at the youth sleeping, sprawled on the couch. He looked at the water that was threatening to take their only sanctuary and he sighed.

He was glad it hadn’t risen any further. He had made it a habit to check.

He went to sit by the radio, waiting.