Chapter 339 Not Enough Hands to Go Around

• Samuel had already come up with a plan. "The volcanic ash isn't going away anytime soon. If it rains, it'll probably be acid rain. How long it'll last is anyone's guess. If it's severe enough, it could corrode rooftops. If you can buy glass, do it. If not, start digging a basement—it's better to be safe than sorry."
• The villas had two floors, so unless acid rain poured like sulfuric acid for an extended time, they'd hold up for a while—especially with a basement as a backup. Though many residents had given up trying, when it came down to life and death, no one truly wanted to die. Envying neighbors with glass-covered patios wouldn't help; digging a basement was a matter of survival.
• With the addition of Emerald Gardens' people, the neighborhood re-established security patrols. However, the teams weren't as large as they had been during the polar night. Now, each household took a turn every three days. Patrols focused on the neighborhood gates and occasional sweeps of the area.