Chapter 381
Chapter 381 The Auction at Ark Camp Two
Chapter 381 The Auction at Ark Camp Two
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Morgan eyed the spread of dishes, already imagining the look on Theresa’s face when she saw them.
Coming from outside, there was no way she’d have eaten food of this quality. He would start by showing her the difference through the meal alone–surely then she’d want to stay.
And Theresa’s eyes did light up when she saw the ingredients. “Huh, you’re all eating pretty well.”
Almost on par with her camp’s average standard.
That was actually impressive.
Hearing that, Morgan couldn’t help looking a little proud. He nodded. “You couldn’t have gotten food like. this at your brother’s place. Here, we have plenty. Eat as much as you want.”
Theresa only gave him a flat look.
Morgan clapped his hands, and attendants came in carrying several large tubs of dog food. “I saw you brought quite a few dogs. I had someone check the stores–turns out we’ve been holding onto a batch of dog food. Perfect for them.” He wore the expression of someone both attentive and generous.
The moment he’d seen her arrive with dogs, he’d made sure to prepare it. Supplies were plentiful here; finding dog food had been easy.
She probably doesn’t have dog food back at her place, he thought smugly. Maybe scraps at best. She’s going to be thrilled when she sees this.
Instead, all he got from Theresa was, “Oh, sure, whatever. They’ll make do.”
Morgan’s smile froze. Make do? With dog food? What’s there to make do about?
Theresa, Quentin, and the dogs ate a simple, rough meal. She’d known the outside world’s conditions were worse, but this? Garbage. And this man still had the nerve to invite her over and over again. Please.
Still, she had to admit–more than two and a half years into the apocalypse, aside from her alliance, only the Ark Camps could still put out this much meat and produce. They’d managed to start production again -hydroponic crops, a few farm animals–reserved solely for the elites. No one else could dream of eating like this. In that sense, it was decent.
But for her, expecting a grand, luxurious getaway and getting this instead felt disappointing. The world outside her camp just didn’t measure up.
Morgan, oblivious to her thoughts, was certain this was the most extravagant meal she’d had since the world fell apart.
After dinner, Theresa went to the room he’d arranged for her.
If the food hadn’t impressed her, the accommodations did. A luxury suite on par with a five–star hotel- top–quality bedding, an oversized soaking tub with round–the–clock hot water, a refrigerator stocked with drinks, sodas, cakes, and snacks, plus a microwave.
Compared to the shared dormitories with no bathrooms or kitchens on the upper floors, it was a world
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The next morning, Morgan came to get her, leading them onto his helicopter for the trip west.
“Ark Camp Two is in the northwest desert,” he explained. “Population’s only about 20 thousand. The camp is built in a ring, divided into the outer, middle, and inner rings–cach with its own administrator.”
After several hours in the air, they finally spotted it: a desolate little town the same dusty yellow as the surrounding desert. Three concentric walls encircled it like layers of a fortress. For almost a hundred miles in every direction, there was nothing but barren earth and sand.
They landed in the second ring–the Inner Ring.
“Here we are, Ark Camp Two,” Morgan said, handing her two masks. “This is Ark Camp One’s emblem. Everyone at the auction wears their own camp’s mask.”
The ones he gave her were green. Theresa handed one to Quentin, and they both put them on.
Morgan stepped off the helicopter first. Behind him, Theresa descended with her dogs and Quentin in a crowd that poured out like a tide,
Only then did she get a clear look at the buildings ahead–every one of them the same dull yellow, their sand–blasted walls worn and weathered by years of wind, radiating nothing but desolation.