18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 50

It took two days of hard work, but all seven water towers were finally installed.

The guys from 1803 had three, Stella and Jasper each had two, ready to be used with just a twist of the faucet.

Stella used water from Arcadia, but she still put on a show every day.

Before she knew it, two months had passed since the flood. The second batch of hydroponic vegetables had been planted, Snowy seemed to be pregnant again, and the first litter of rabbits had grown to over a pound. Angela couldn't sit still; as soon as her injuries were somewhat healed, she would occasionally go out. Stella was growing lazier by the day, always pushing off tasks and fully embracing a laid-back lifestyle. Even Jasper, who used to be tirelessly working like a machine, took a break. Apart from his daily dog training sessions, he would spare two hours to spar with Stella, then it was time for cooking.

He was flawless in every other aspect, but his culinary skills were subpar. Under Stella's guidance, his cooking was barely tolerable, a far cry from delicious.

"Not bad, congrats on your graduation."

Even though it was a bit heartless, Stella craved for some alone time. Arcadia had stocked up on a lot of delicious food, which she couldn't take out in front of Jasper.

Jasper, unable to repay her, handed her a walkie-talkie, "You can contact me if anything comes up."

Stella paused, why hadn't she thought of stocking up on these? Maybe she hadn't anticipated the possibility of teaming up.

"Thank you." This was much more convenient; if anything came up, she could just buzz him - no need to run around knocking on doors.

Jasper didn't visit again, allowing Stella and her dog to enjoy a hearty barbecue. They guzzled down soda, having a truly grand time.

In the morning, the walkie-talkie rang, and Jasper's voice came through, "Stella, are you giving Rosie her lesson today?"

"Yes, around ten o'clock."

"Why don't you come over?" Jasper suggested. "While you're setting tasks for Rosie, I can teach you some stealth and infiltration techniques."

Stealth and infiltration, that's the legitimate skills of an assassin, including silent killing, various moves to strangle from behind, punching the throat, twisting the neck, and charging and pushing down to strangle.

Stella was instantly interested. Her own living room was indeed a bit cramped, so she readily agreed, "Alright."

combat, involving physical contact and

crash pads on the floor, and the first move was the

Stella, suddenly closing in like a bolt of lightning, one hand reaching for her slender neck, the other grasping her jaw. A fierce aura swept over her, and Stella instinctively wanted

her past life, where she was on the brink of death. She couldn't die at

fight back, a voice came from above her head, "Stella,

calm, deep,

her mind, realizing that Jasper

if everything started

breaths, telling herself not to confuse the past with the present. What she was doing now was for her own improvement. Only by becoming stronger

had noticed Stella's abnormal reaction last time, and promptly withdrew

own issue." Stella composed herself and forced a stiff smile, "Let's go

Everything was different now.

started again, grabbing her neck and explaining the joints and pressure points. He did twist her neck,

for Stella to even dream of twisting his neck. Stella, standing at 5'6", was not short, but Jasper seemed to be around

Stella was touching a man, especially this intimately. Her fingers glided over the bones in his

hand and

studied human anatomy. Once she overcame her psychological barrier, she spent half an hour twisting

on Jasper, pushing him with force. The dog seemed to say, "Human, hurry, come twist

dog's neck

"Yes."

continue the lesson, so Jasper squatted down to feel

intentions, instinctively baring his teeth. Jasper put on a

demeanor and stood at attention, ready to

body was as soft as cotton, his tongue hanging

on, owner,

needed to seize every moment to improve herself. Now was the end of the world. Countless people, whether they were from this apartment building or survivors from

twist a neck. She

dog back from 1803, Stella quickly ate some cereal, then sat on the sofa to study a diagram of the human skeletal structure. Which bone should she target for a fatal strike? Which acupoints would make the body go weak and limp if hit? These were all lethal

snapped back to reality, only to find that the dog was throwing a tantrum. He refused to eat his dog food and even had his butt turned towards

her medical book, came over to comfort the