18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 7

She didn't even blink before blocking him. The phone rang not even a minute later. It was an unfamiliar number. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was one of Hector's pals or Hector himself.

Stella was not about to be duped again. If they managed to get even a crumb from her, she'd have lost. She turned off her cellphone, only to find that Rosie had fallen asleep on the sofa. She was curled up tightly, even in her dreams, she looked uneasy. She checked her temperature, the fever had dropped to 100.4°F. Stella wanted to be stealthy so as long as Rosie was here, she couldn't continue her culinary adventures. As Stella ate her sloppy pasta, she found it surprisingly delicious.

The balcony had an escape window, while the rest were covered with frosted glass stickers. Light can pass through into the room, but the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.

Stella took out her planting pots and soil, and a few pounds of potatoes. She cut the ones that had sprouted into chunks, coated the cut ends with wood ash, and planted them in the pots. She planted around 20 pots and placed them all on her patio in Arcadia. She also planted a few pots of garlic, green onions, lettuce, and spinach. She took out her hanging hooks and hung the pots on the railings. As long as she took care of them, she could have fresh vegetables anytime.

Before she could wash her hands, there was a loud knock on the door, "Stella, Stella!" The voice was unfamiliar. If she wasn't mistaken, it must be one of Hector's friends. Apparently, they were truly desperate. "Stella, we know you love to cook. Can you spare us some food?"

"We'll pay double, no, five times the price."

"Just accept the friend request. We'll send the money right now."

"I mean, we're all friends here. We'll see each other again. Do you have to be so ruthless?"

Despite the two stainless-steel doors separating them, their voices were loud and their words grew increasingly offensive, even resorting to kicking the door in frustration.

Stella grabbed a knife from the kitchen and flung open the door, brandishing it, "Who kicked my door!"

Three guys stood outside. They were initially pleased to hear the door open. They all knew Stella was smitten with Hector, and they figured she'd never let her man go hungry, right?

Their snacks had run out last night, and they'd been starving all morning and afternoon. They couldn't hold on any longer. All they had left were a few bottles of beer, which only made them hungrier.

strange girl with a hoarding habit. She had plenty of food stashed away, so much so that most of it would expire before she could finish it. They'd often made fun of her behind her back, but now

in the doorway, her expression icy, "Get

started hurling insults, "Stella, what the hell do

mom, why should I feed you?" Stella threatened them with the knife, "Kick my door again, and I'll chop you up for dinner." She'd survived three years in a post-apocalyptic world, had been in

"You... we're all friends here. And we're

of all, I don't have any food, and even if I did, I'd rather feed it to dogs than give it to you. You think I don't know what you say behind my back?" Stella

guys were flushed with embarrassment,

with the cheerleader on one end while asking me for food on the other. Eating a free meal and trying to act high and mighty - isn't that cheap? If he comes to bother me again, I'll expose him on

in her eyes, looked like she'd been

the wall, scaring them into running away. That should keep them at bay

of tears, looking terrified on the sofa. The girl was not in a good state. She must have been deeply traumatized. Leaving the knife in the kitchen, Stella softened her voice, "Rosie, don't be scared. Those were bad guys. I

temperature again. The fever had gone down.

her head, "Where's my

herself to the kitchen

glances at Stella, as if

suffered a lot. Stella gently stroked her head, handing her

very well-behaved, quietly snuggling

at school. He

bread and hot cocoa. You can come and get them if you need

clicked on the girl's profile picture. She was a tenant on the 12th floor, a cute, petite girl

willing, so there was nothing much to say, but she probably didn't realize that it wouldn't just be Hector coming over, but a whole bunch of people. They were like a swarm