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!"

staircase panicked, pushing their way into

hit Drew's forehead

a bolt of lightning, knocking down Hector who was trying to escape,

"Ahh..."

in from the staircase, clutching his bleeding neck. He didn't get

turned around and rushed upstairs. The moment he dashed in, Stella

calamity caught

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

clothes, but in the cramped space, they couldn't wield them effectively and ended up

he slashed wildly, causing a scene of hell on earth in the 17th floor

the door, let

"Please, save us!"

of their wits, running around in panic. Faced with death, they all lost their nerve. Stella didn't open

her mouth to say something but

his features twisted in a horrifying grimace, like a

who fought back, slashing at the madman. Their sharp knives cut into his body, his back, and his limbs. The blood-soaked madman didn't seem to feel

several men, his body covered in blood, until they all fell to the ground. But he didn't stop there. With his bleeding body, his eyes bloodshot, he lunged at the panicked crowd, like a devil wielding a scythe. Others who had reacted swung steel

gunshot echoed

bloodied face breaking into a gentle smile, "Don't be afraid. Daddy's coming to be with

behind her. Cody and Lukas turned around to see Jasper holding a gun. Both of

emotion. He didn't fire again, instead, he turned

the massacre came

ground, hadn't been slashed, but they had been trampled in the chaos. They lay unconscious in a pool of blood. No one knew if they were alive or dead. "Save me.