18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 8

"There's not much at home, it'll be fine if I'm careful."

Stella hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. If he had food supplies, her safety would be ensured. It was better for him to go out and get supplies than to target her. Jasper glanced around the living room. "Thanks for looking after Rosie."

"You're welcome. You helped me out yesterday too." Stella was a cautious woman. She had stored away her hoardings early. The kitchen only had some understated butternut squash and cabbage. Nodding, Jasper left.

With her cooking plans delayed, Stella turned on the bathroom light and continued her struggle with the pork she hadn't finished cleaning from Arcadia. Halfway through, there was a sudden power outage. She closed the door and slipped into Arcadia. Arcadia still had power. Stella was ecstatic, and her confidence in the dark apocalypse grew.

People were unpredictable. Even when dealing with a child, Stella was extra cautious, cooking simple pasta for dinner. Stella added a slice of ham which Rosie ate with great delight. Once Rosie was more comfortable, she was less fearful. "Ma'am, your cooking is delicious. My brother is a bad cook."

Being in his early twenties, it was understandable that Jasper didn't know how to cook. Seeing that Rosie had a good appetite, Stella gave her an extra half plate of food.

By six o'clock, it was completely dark.

The Sunrise Sanctuary was located on high ground, but the floodwater still reached the front gate of the residential area. Although the group chat was still lively, there were noticeably fewer food pictures. The raging storm and power outage had made them feel fearful and anxiety was spreading.

Stella raised the price to 30 dollars, but still, no one responded. Firstly, they were neighbors. If they were greedy for money, it would be awkward in the future. Secondly, they were also scared and had become cautious of the dreadful weather.

sense of unease pervaded the air. Stella closed the curtains and turned on the solar

dry clothes and carrying a bag. "Stella, thank you for taking care of

two pounds of noodles, a box of cold medicine, an alcohol

reminded her, "The power is out, and there might also be a

the gas stove. She started to cook more dishes. She cooked until the early hours of the morning. When she went out to throw away the kitchen waste, she noticed

was hoarding supplies day and night. He didn't just remind her to stock up on

her room, Stella fell into deep thought. This Jasper guy was not

slightly chilly, making it a comfortable sleep. It was still dark outside, so Stella continued to

to the balcony and saw that the outside world was a dull gray. It was impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the water began. There was a faint

the group chat was much quieter, but there were still people posting pictures. The

if they were, it was of no

anyone could provide temporary shelter. Normally, neighbors would help each other. But now, not only was the power out, but the gas was also cut off in the morning. With no rescue in sight, no one would dare to take in strangers. It was easy to invite trouble, but hard to get rid of it. What if they refused to leave once they moved in? How would they solve

the silence of the group chat. The residents on the ground floor were depressed. Surely they couldn't just block the corridor? With the ongoing typhoon and flood, how could they live

knocking on doors, asking floor by floor.

they claimed that their houses were

from the ground floor. But it turned out to be Jasper. He had just woken up and looked slightly tired. "I've replaced the door at my place. Can I install the old one at the

Jasper did most of the work. She only held the door