18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 52

The metallic gate, bristling with spikes, slowly swung open, followed by the measured sound of purposeful footsteps.

For some reason, the gathered crowd felt a knot in their throats, a sense of unease clenching their stomachs. They had seen murders happen on the 18th floor with their own eyes. The first to appear was the young girl, her legs slender and straight, with a lethal samurai sword in her hand.

A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd. The 18th floor was infamous for their brutality, and to have this young girl leading the pack was a chilling statement.

Next came the girl rumored to be the national college boxing champion, whose punch could send a person's head flying.

Following her were two men, one wielding a baseball bat, the other a spiked club. The club was an ominous sight, a wooden baseball bat studded with rusty, sharp nails.

The last to appear was a striking man, representative of the 18th floor in both height and good looks. He wore a casual grey suit, his hands tucked nonchalantly into his pockets.

To everyone's surprise, a robust dog followed at his heels.

The crowd, angered and hungry, couldn't help but regret their previous decisions. They shouldn't have agreed to take only a third of the supplies from the 18th floor. They should've demanded everything, including the dog. They all licked their lips, their hands itching for a fight, as if victory was already beckoning.

However, Drew felt a foreboding chill when he saw the 18th floor's show of force.

called out, "why are you blocking our way

the crowd squeezed onto corridor. There were no elderly, weak, women or children.

some with rosy complexions, some pale and weak. Regardless of their individual situations, they were all

self. Seeing the large gathering on the 18th floor, Drew felt a chill run through him. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Stella, we're just here

mood to beat around the bush, "We do not have what you want. What we have

have no choice

these special circumstances, we've decided not to abandon anyone or give

food. We'll return it once we get past the crisis," Drew's expression stiffened as he struggled to maintain a smile, "If you don't believe

"No," Stella refused flatly.

there was nothing more to discuss. The situation

by their numbers, some of the men threatened, "Why are we bothering to talk with them?

want to play tough, then we don't have to be

the same building. There's no need for this hostility," Drew was inwardly pleased, but put on a face of

them, "Come here if you want to break down the

afraid of you!" Feeling desperate and hungry, the man holding

didn't draw her sword. Instead, she pulled out a gun