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."

and infiltration was close combat, involving physical

pads on the floor, and the first move

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

she was

about to fight back, a voice came from

was calm, deep, but

in her mind, realizing that Jasper was

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

taking deep 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 could

promptly withdrew his hands, "I

own issue." Stella composed herself and forced

Everything was different now.

and

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

time Stella was touching a man, especially this intimately. Her fingers

hand

to applying force simultaneously. Stella, being a medical student, had studied human anatomy. Once she overcame her psychological barrier, she spent half an hour twisting Jasper's neck. Rosie, having finished her homework, opened the door, and Cooper dashed out. Seeing his owner playfully twisting the instructor's neck, the dog

force. The dog seemed to say, "Human,

dog's

"Yes."

making it impossible to continue the lesson, so

his ill intentions, instinctively baring his teeth. Jasper put on a stern face and gave a

away his playful demeanor and stood at attention, ready to listen to orders,

touched him, his body was as soft as cotton, his tongue hanging out as it kept leaning

on, owner,

of the world. Countless people, whether they were from this apartment building or survivors from the outside, were becoming more and more ruthless in the harsh environment. If she wanted to survive, she would have to

Stella quickly learned various ways to twist a neck. She

to study a diagram of the human skeletal structure. Which bone should she target

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

my Cooper?" She quickly put down her medical book, came over to comfort the dog, "My Cooper is