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

floor, and the first move was the neck twist that Stella had

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 to resist. But before she could, he moved

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

fight back, a voice came from above her head, "Stella, don't be afraid,

was calm, deep,

the chaotic thoughts in her mind, realizing that Jasper was touching the joints of her neck, "Focus,

of the apocalypse were too traumatic; even if everything started anew, she was still extremely resistant to physical contact with

past with the present. What she was doing now was

time, and promptly withdrew his hands, "I didn't

herself and forced a stiff smile,

Everything was different now.

and pressure points. He did twist her neck, but

key points, they switched roles. However, Jasper was too tall for Stella to even dream of twisting his neck. Stella, standing at 5'6", was not short, but Jasper

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

Jasper grabbed her hand and

being a medical student, had studied human anatomy. Once she overcame her psychological barrier, she spent half an hour twisting Jasper's neck.

dog seemed

a dog's neck be

"Yes."

continue the lesson, so

baring his teeth. Jasper put on a stern face and

demeanor and stood at attention, ready to listen to

body was as soft as cotton, his tongue hanging out as it

on, owner,

isolation. Cooper was important, but she also 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 the

twist a neck. She

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

find that the dog was throwing a tantrum. He refused to eat his dog

medical book, came over to comfort the dog, "My Cooper