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."

Rosie kissed her pet bunny and

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

half a day and almost resorted to knives. When the residents of the 9th floor woke up early in the morning, they

their doorstep. If a thief had really entered, it was impossible not to

just limited to the 9th floor. Other floors also had their

didn't dare to move in face of the shiny knife, their eyes complex and dark, even gleaming with a light of schadenfreude. The victims deserved it; they

to help, instead they

her schedule, sleeping after dinner when it got dark, setting an alarm for midnight and then getting

She pressed herself against the door and listened, indeed someone

days have been chaotic and crazy, with several groups knocking on the door during the day, asking if there was any food to spare, the children

trapped for 10 days, with no water, electricity or gas, which family would still have stored food? Even if there were some, giving to this family but not to that one could potentially incite those starving to the point of desperation to swarm up and

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

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

in her hand, the man was shocked and instinctively tried to run, but Stella caught

make a sound, his neck was twisted and broken. Without even a chance to fall to the ground, his body was thrown out of the window. Stella looked up, a tall figure was efficiently killing and disposing of bodies. To her surprise, the knife brutally slit

such a beautiful young woman

her previous life, the one who had tried to break into her apartment multiple times. This was the ugliness of human nature; even if given a second chance, he would choose to do evil. Stella sneered, and without hesitation, stabbed the man in the heart. She stood up, knife in hand, and warily

over, dragged the man who had stopped breathing to the

said softly, "You did

he trying to

events, killing and disposing of bodies calmly, his