18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 29

It wasn't until Stella started loading the cases of bourbon that she realized that the antiques and the antique rack she'd collected the night before were nowhere to be found. She searched high and low, but they were definitely gone. The bourbon, diving gear, watches, and safes were all accounted for; only the antique paintings and the rack were missing.

Could it be that these ancient artifacts possessed some sort of spiritual quality that triggered the expansion of Arcadia? It was plausible, considering the amulet she wore was of the finest quality.

But the antique rack was not of this nature, so why did they disappear too?

As Stella pondered over the secret to Arcadia's expansion, Cody knocked on the door.

Perhaps the hunger he'd experienced during the hurricane had left a lasting imprint on him, as he now seemed to have a heightened sense of urgency about their food supplies. Their rations were quickly depleting with three people to feed. Waking up to find the water level had risen again, he was more convinced than ever that the end of the world was upon them. "Yesterday we only searched my office building. There are two more nearby. Why don't we get to them before anyone else does?" Cody proposed.

At first, Stella planned to fill up the apartment and Arcadia and then lay low. But with an extra 150 cubic feet of space, she was suddenly interested again. They had enough food, but surviving the apocalypse required more than just sustenance.

Being wealthy could be a curse. Perhaps having plenty of food could make them a bigger target.

Items like the samurai sword and golf clubs they'd found yesterday could've been invaluable in defending themselves against dangerous intruders. If they ever ended up in the water, diving equipment could potentially save their lives. Moreover, if they could find more spiritually charged items, perhaps Arcadia could expand even further?

With these thoughts in mind, Stella enthusiastically agreed.

So, Cody went to knock on the door of apartment 1801. Jasper had no objections, and everyone quickly packed up their belongings and set off.

Despite their discretion, they still attracted attention. The looks from others were meaningful.

It seemed like despite their precautions, they had been discovered the night before. But what did it matter? They had earned their supplies with their own efforts.

and to remain inconspicuous and conserve fuel, they chose to

rope suddenly emerged from the murky floodwater. Jasper reacted quickly, using his oar to block the rope, saving them from being tripped up. If they had started the motor, they would have been

from the buildings, each armed and quickly swimming towards the raft. It

up, and her face looked stern as she drew her

"Ahh!!!"

was cut

wouldn't be enough to deter the others. Without hesitation, Stella aimed for

many people had their eyes on them. The alliance between the other apartment buildings was just the tip of the iceberg; who knew how many others were

were seen as a fat lamb, ready for the slaughter. If they showed weakness or cowardice, they would be swarmed, their supplies would get stolen, and even Angela and Rosie

no room for retreat. Any sign

were physically

no longer a world of law and order, but one of survival of the fittest. Those sharp weapons could kill, and they couldn't just sit

those who threatened their lives. Stella continued to swing her sword. The water around the raft turned red. The

tragic past, Stella's eyes turned bloodshot as she coldly

fast as they could, while Jasper took out his nail gun. His aim was precise, and no matter how much the men thrashed in the water, he shot them down

Total annihilation!

panting heavily, asked, "Should we go

weakness, telling them

was extremely nervous. He knew Angela could fight, but how many could

get there

Lukas gritted his teeth and continued to

raft, roaring towards the outskirts. Halfway there, they noticed