18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 4

The digital clock struck midnight, resetting the timer to 130 minutes remaining. This meant that time could accumulate.

Stella was ecstatic. Every second counted, and it might just save her life in a crunch. She resolved not to enter Arcadia unless necessary, saving up her time for when extreme cold or earthquakes struck.-

With her supplies and Arcadia as her lifeline, she felt a newfound confidence towards the impending disasters. She had a dreamless night and was woken up the next day by a phone call. The installer for the stainless steel door had arrived. "Miss, you're getting a stainless steel door?"

"There have been break-ins in the neighborhood recently. I need to install high-quality ones."

The workers were bemused. "It's safe alright, but we'll have to drill holes into your ceiling and floor. You sure about this?"

"No worries. Safety comes first."

The landlord was away on work and there were no news from him even when the house collapsed during an earthquake, so the renovations were not a problem.

Workers replacing her windows with explosion-proof glass arrived shortly after. The sounds of drilling filled the apartment. Worried about disturbing her neighbors on the weekend, Stella apologized in the group chat and sent a small gift. She opened her food delivery app and continued her spending spree until her money ran out.

In less than two hours, the door and windows were installed. Stella paid the remaining fee, feeling a huge weight lifted off her as she looked at her fortified apartment.

Her phone rang. Expecting a delivery, she was surprised to find Hector on the other end. "Stella, I'm having a birthday party today. When will you be here?" Hector's voice was gentle and warm, laughter and chatter audible in the background. Stella scoffed. "Sure, I'll be there."

obviously he was only after her surprise

pursued him in her past life, yet now he was the one seeking her out. Alarms went off in Stella's head. How did Sadie

keys and headed downstairs. Hector lived on the 8th floor, the sounds of cheerfulness seeping out from his

weather was still sweltering, but the winds were picking up as a sign of the upcoming storm. The streets were

text message informed everyone that the storm was

was shocked. Had the storm been

handy during the disaster and she could continue her studies. The vast library woule be flooded during the flood, and countless precious books were lost forever. Stella's

the books she wanted with others

and headed to the supermarket. She rode the elevator to the top floor parking lot, took a thorough look around, and then left. Faced with a plethora of goods, she didn't purchase anything. Instead, she wandered

called to inform her that they were closing early due to the storm and she needed to return the car by 3 pm. Stella agreed verbally, but by the time she returned the car, it was already 4 pm. The storm was raging and the wind was howling. The owner

the blue, but people were given time to prepare. Unfortunately, they failed to

emergencies and

in the apartment, she grabbed her computer, tablet, and phone, continuously downloading data, including various movies, music, life hacks, recipes, offline maps, disaster first aid, and

that she had forgotten about her online order for polar gear. The order was supposed to arrive the previous evening, but due to the seller's delay and courier service issues, it had just reached the courier service station. She immediately called the courier service, which informed her that they couldn't deliver due to the storm and she would have to

wildly. Once the storm hit, the courier service station would be flooded and without the polar gear, she wouldn't survive in temperatures below -60 to -70 degrees Celsius. Unable to get a cab, Stella gritted her teeth and hopped onto a public

at the courier service station looking disheveled. As

of searching. The storm had intensified outside and the sky was so dark it could have been mistaken for night. Stella braced herself, hugging her large parcel as she stepped outside. Just as she left the door, a gust of wind swept her off her feet. A man who was loading his car nearby quickly reached out and pulled

off guard by the early arrival of the storm, Stella had no choice but to retreat back into the station and frantically refresh her Uber, even adding tips and bonuses. However, there were still 300 people ahead of