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

apartment building was chaotic. There were fights, curses, and people ready to physically harm each other at

9th floor woke up early in the morning, they found that their house had been burgled and the little food they had left was gone. The hurricane seemed never-ending, and this was their lifeline.

the 2nd floor were huddled at their doorstep. If a thief had really entered, it was impossible not to

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

was not 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. The victims

dare to help, instead they barricaded their rooms with refrigerators or sofas,

when it got dark, setting an alarm for midnight and

herself against the door and listened, indeed

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

starving to the point of desperation to swarm up and tear you apart. From Arcadia, she took out a butcher's knife, put on her night vision goggles, and quietly opened the inner door, then suddenly pushed open the

the hook

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

in her hand, the man was shocked

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 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 beautiful but also lived alone. They came in

they never expected that such a beautiful young woman was

who moved to 1803 in 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

walked over, dragged the man who had stopped breathing to the window, and threw

and solemn, he said softly, "You did nothing wrong. These people

he trying to comfort

and disposing of bodies