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."

fresh air, Rosie kissed her pet

ready to physically harm each other at the drop of a hat. The

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

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

were dissatisfied and squabbled, causing a ruckus. The thefts weren't 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

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

help didn't dare to help, instead they barricaded their rooms with

dark, setting an alarm for midnight and then getting up to

heard noises outside. She pressed herself against the door

on the door during the day, asking if there was any food to spare, the children were nearly

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 tear you apart. From Arcadia, she took out a butcher's knife, put on her night vision

man picking the lock was caught off guard. The man with the hook was silenced before he could

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

the man was shocked and instinctively tried to

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

never expected that such a beautiful young woman was actually

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.

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

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

trying

unperturbed by tonight's events, killing and disposing of bodies calmly, his dark