18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 14

Angela lingered by the stairwell one morning, having heard that a girl living on a lower floor alone had been raped during a break-in the previous night. The perpetrators had been masked, and their identities were unknown. "You and Lukas should be careful. Our floor isn't safe anymore."

Stella, who had noticed some commotion the previous night, was puzzled as to how Angela had missed it. But when she spotted a hickey on Angela's neck, the situation became clear. They must have had a wild night, while the world descended into chaos. With the utilities all cut off and no forms of entertainment to pass the time, they had resorted to physical activities to keep themselves occupied.

In this post-apocalyptic world, survival was a challenge for anyone. For a woman, becoming pregnant was nothing short of a disaster. Stella was at a loss as to how to remind Angela of this, considering she herself had no experience in this regard.

Unable to find the right words, she finally resorted to an indirect way of bringing up the topic. "Hey, Angela, you have a competition coming up next month, right?"

"Yeah," Angela replied, looking somewhat dejected. "I don't know when this darn weather will clear up. It's messing up my training routine. I've been having to train indoors. I even used Lukas as a punching bag yesterday."

Stella figured that Angela must have taken precautions if she was still planning to participate in the competition. She decided to remind Angela again once the two of them had fully accepted the reality of their post-apocalyptic world. Upon returning to her apartment, Stella glanced at the closed door of Apartment 1801.

In the middle of the night, before any potential burglars could make their move, Angela was knocking on doors. When Stella opened her door, she saw Angela, bare-handed, and Lukas, holding a knife. Simultaneously, the door to Apartment 1801 opened. The residents of the 18th floor were putting up a united front, and the would-be burglars were initially taken aback but soon regained their confidence, threatening, "Hand over your food if you know what's good for you, or don't blame us for what happens next." Stella retorted coldly, "Who said we have any food?"

The leader of the group, brandishing his knife, replied, "Don't play dumb. If you didn't have food, why would you barricade yourselves in? We're starving while you guys are living comfortably behind closed doors, not caring about anyone else. How can you be so selfish?" Actually, Stella only ate until she's about 80% full each meal, and her energy was mostly spent on rigorous training. However, her vibrancy was hard to hide, especially when everyone else was visibly starving and drained. These people had reached a point of desperation due to hunger, trying to reason with them was like preaching to deaf ears.

Tired of the pointless banter, Stella challenged, "If you're so desperate, come and take our food."

knocking at the door, they didn't have any idea how many more could be lurking in the darkness. If they didn't make an example today, they would

defiance of the 18th-floor residents, kicked open the stainless steel door and charged

knife at the leader. Angela, who had been itching for a fight, dodged a punch and landed a heavy blow on a man's stomach. The man rolled down the stairs, hit the door with a thud,

were

the stairwell, Stella, holding the blood-stained knife, challenged, "Do you want food, or do you want

clutching his bleeding arm, cried out, "You can't kill us! That's

couple of them were even active members of the community group, living seemingly perfect lives but resorting to crime when disaster struck. She took out her phone and took pictures of them. "You can call the

united force of the 18th-floor residents, and had no choice but to back down. "We're desperate. We didn't want to do this. You're not harmed, so can we just forget this ever happened?" They had been so arrogant, and now

Apartment 1801. Both had no objections. "You're lucky today. Next time, you might

nobody dared to leave their

didn't bother cleaning up the blood. They just closed their doors and

I'm Lukas. I just moved in a few days

as he reached his

couldn't come up

clearly wasn't just a

of force had its desired effect. Nobody