18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 11

They didn't have keys to room 1803. Stella considered prying the door open with a tool. However, Lukas surprised her by pulling a strangely shaped pick out of his pocket. A few minutes of fiddling with the lock and - voila - the door was open. Stella was taken aback. Suddenly, she felt that the two doors to her home were not safe at all.

Angela chuckled, "He has been messing around with this for a couple of days."

1803 was a spacious three-bedroom, two-bath apartment. The furniture was covered with cloths, under which were some top-notch pieces. It seemed like the owners were quite well-off, hence not renting it out.

Intruding into someone else's home is illegal, and Angela felt uneasy. She suggested to Lukas, "We're only staying temporarily, so let's try not to touch their belongings and restore everything to its original state when we leave."

They selected a room with less furniture and started cleaning up. Stella pitched in. The apartment was nice, except for the balcony, which was not enclosed by glass but cordoned off with invisible steel wires, causing water to spread everywhere. Stella noticed there was about a sack and a half of rice left, enough to last until the storm ended. So she dismissed the idea of giving them more food.

She prepared a batch for Lukas and another for Cody. To avoid suspicion, she only gave them the necessary essentials. How far they could go depended on them.

After cleaning up, seeing that the two were exhausted, Stella bid them goodnight. Being neighbors, they were bound to visit each other. Stella hid everything that should not be seen and had a hearty lunch. Chicken soup, BBQ ribs, stir-fried spinach, and a slice of watermelon.

When she woke up from her nap, the internet was down. With the internet out, she felt completely cut off from the world, a wave of loneliness hitting her.

Feeling gloomy, Stella started to exercise. She was physically fit, having joined several clubs in college - taekwondo, self-defense, and boxing, which she learned from Angela. She wasn't an expert in any of them, but she had a good understanding of them all. After two hours of vigorous training, she was dripping sweat but felt a sense of satisfaction she couldn't describe. If she wanted to survive, and survive well, she had to keep improving herself.

made a plan to spend two hours every day exercising, three hours studying medicine, and another two hours learning basic surgical

had hundreds of books, all stolen from the school library. Over the years, she could slowly

who survived till the end of the world were not normal - some committed suicide, some harmed themselves, and some took revenge on society. Stella was no exception. She was irritable, anxious, and depressed. So she had stocked up on plenty of anti-depressants, hoping she would never

tightly sealed, but the room was still damp. Stella had bought many large compression bags to

the outside world, the vegetables grew much better than those outside. The potato tubers in the planting pots had sprouted, and the

cover the drains and then placed stones on top. During rainy days, roaches were rampant, especially in the later stages when they were endless and could easily crawl up from the

on the second and third floors had already begun to complain in the chat group before the internet was cut off, asking those above to have some

comfortable. Although they could manage to flush, the disgusting smell kept wafting up, making

Stella had prepared many black plastic bags for physiological needs. However, thinking about throwing them downstairs, she held back and planned to take

cook, Angela knocked on the door from outside. The two had slept all day and were much more

see Stella's well-stocked home, complete with a vegetable garden and rabbits on the balcony. "Stella, no wonder Lukas

nothing to hide about it. But many things needed

games. He asked me to prepare a lot of medicine for him and gave me a survival package

you mention it, it feels like the end of the world is

people felt the same way when the storm first hit, and the posts on the internet exploded. Living for almost twenty years, they had never experienced such a huge disaster. Moreover, not only the southern coastal areas were affected, but there was also no rescue news

received news in advance, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? In his building, there was a single young man who

the current situation and the

suddenly asked, "Have you been in contact with