18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 13

Knowing that the tenant of 1801, Jasper, was aloof was one thing, but she didn't know he was prone to violence, especially towards children. Seeing Rosie's demeanor, it seemed like she had grown accustomed to the beatings. No wonder she was always running to Stella's apartment. Was she hiding from her abusive brother? "Why does he hit you?"

Even though it was someone else's family matter, child abuse was too much. Stella didn't ask Rosie about her past, but from her observations of Rosie's skittish gaze and her somewhat sycophantic personality, she couldn't help but recall her own unpleasant childhood memories, "Rosie, is he your real brother?"

That was why she didn't turn Rosie away.

"He teaches me to box." Rosie rubbed her bruised arm and gave Stella a sweet smile, "I got hit because I didn't dodge in time, and I fell a few times too."

Only then did Stella understand that Rosie had been practicing boxing for the past few days, for as much as five hours a day.

"Ma'am, let me show you my boxing."

Without waiting for Stella's response, she walked into a spacious area and assumed a stance. Rosie, who was usually a timid and shy little girl, suddenly became fierce when she started to box. Her posture was as if she had transformed into a completely different person. Her boxing style was military, her movements were standard and powerful, and her posture was particularly sharp, her eyes fierce and full of spirit.

Stella was dumbfounded. Rosie was even better than her. Stella complimented her, which made Rosie blush, "You're so nice." Her brother never praised her, no matter how well she did.

The number of bruises on Rosie's body indicated that she had been trained harshly. It was a hurricane day, and this high-intensity training for a four- or five-year-old child was alarming.

It seemed Jasper was preparing Rosie for something horrifying, for her to have self-defense abilities in the future?

Rosie's movements were precise, something that couldn't be learned from videos alone.

Stella didn't ask any further. She then applied some herbal wine on Rosie's bruises, "Soak it in hot water tonight."

getting some fresh air, Rosie kissed her pet bunny and reluctantly

chaotic. There were fights, curses, and people ready to physically harm each other at the drop of a hat. The terrible weather and

knives. When the residents of the 9th floor woke

huddled at their doorstep. If a thief had really entered, it was impossible

just limited to the 9th floor. Other floors also had their share of burglaries. Even if the homeowners were awakened, they couldn't see clearly in the dark, and the robbers

just one or two, but a group committing robbery. Even though there were people living in the corridor, they didn't dare to move in face of the shiny knife, their eyes complex and dark, even gleaming with a light of schadenfreude.

instead they barricaded their rooms with refrigerators or sofas, praying that they

after dinner when it got dark, setting an

herself against

several groups knocking on the door

incite those starving to the point of desperation to swarm up and

picking the lock was caught off guard. The man with the hook was silenced before he could scream, and his abdomen was in severe

him a few times, pushed him aside and walked towards the

over, and seeing the bloody knife in her hand, the man was shocked and instinctively tried to run, but Stella caught him by the collar

was efficiently killing and disposing of bodies. To her surprise, the knife brutally slit the second man's throat. The man clutched his throat tightly, opened his mouth but couldn't scream, his body thrashing around uncontrollably. The apartment building was rife with rumors that 1802 had a lot of food reserves, and Stella was not only

that such a

This was the ugliness of human nature; even if given a second chance, he would choose

the man who had stopped breathing to the window, and threw him

her expression tense and solemn, he said softly, "You did nothing wrong. These people are

he trying

unperturbed by tonight's events, killing and