18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 53

Hector called out to everyone to join him, but his body remained as solid as a rock, refusing to move an inch.

Well, this was awkward. They were all for breaking down the door before, but now that it was wide open, no one dared to step forward. Drew felt incredibly humiliated and chewed them all out for their cowardice. Finding himself in the hot seat, he swallowed hard before speaking, "Stella, you only have a gun with seven bullets. Do you really think you can stop all of us?"

Yeah, as everyone regained their senses, they began shouting again. "Yeah, she only has seven bullets, what are we afraid of?"

"Right, there's really nothing to fear. It's only seven lives after all." Stella looked at them, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Whoever wants to sacrifice themselves for the well-being of Drew, step forward. I promise to fulfill your wish. When he's sitting back and enjoying a juicy steak and a glass of wine, your wives and children will be starving to death."

"What do you mean by that, Stella?"

"No hidden meanings, just ask you to choose seven people who are willing to die." Stella took a few steps forward down the staircase, pressing the cold muzzle of the gun to Drew's forehead. "As the leader, you should be the first to sacrifice. Let's start with you." The gun was cold against Drew's forehead, far from the cheap plastic feel.

His heart stopped, his face turned pale, and cold sweat began to pour out, "Don't do anything rash."

"The one who's been causing trouble is you, Drew. You've threatened us on the 18th floor time and again, thinking we're pushovers?" Stella's gaze was sharp, "I'm not one to stir trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either. You've pushed us too many times, and now it's our turn to push back."

With that, her finger moved to the trigger. For a moment, all eyes were on Stella and Drew.

Stella's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she slowly tightened her finger on the trigger.

"Ahhh!!!" A sudden, piercing scream echoed from the staircase.

"Ah, help!"

the staircase panicked, pushing their way into the

forehead hard, and Stella kicked him to

Cooper pounced like a bolt of lightning, knocking down Hector who was trying to escape, and bit him

"Ahh..."

all took turns playing out in the crowded hallway. Someone was squeezing in from the staircase, clutching his bleeding neck. He didn't get far before he fell, convulsing on the ground, his eyes bulging, gasping

in, Stella quickly closed and locked the door, keeping

calamity caught many off

people, letting out a beast-like roar, "Haha, you all deserve to die. You killed my daughter! I'll send you all to

from their clothes, but in the cramped space, they couldn't wield them effectively and

wildly,

the door,

"Please, save us!"

were threatening a moment ago were now scared out of their wits, running around in panic. Faced with death, they all lost their nerve. Stella didn't open the door. She looked at everything outside through the iron bars with

opened her mouth to say something

in a horrifying grimace, like a bloodthirsty beast that had crawled out

sharp knives cut into his body, his back, and his limbs. The blood-soaked madman didn't seem to feel any pain, as though he had no sense of sensation. He seemed to recognize

didn't stop there. With his bleeding body, his eyes bloodshot, he lunged at the panicked

echoed through the

breaking into

from Stella, but from behind her. Cody and Lukas turned around to see Jasper holding a gun. Both of them were in shock. Damn, he managed to get a headshot amidst all the

showing no emotion. He didn't fire again, instead, he

and the massacre came to

filled with cries of anguish. Drew and Hector, who were lying on the ground, hadn't been slashed, but they had been trampled in the chaos. They lay unconscious