18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 54

Stella had stocked up on a few guns, thinking they might come in handy in a pinch. She never expected Jasper to actually have a real gun.

The world order had collapsed, but the core parts of the government were still functioning, albeit at a snail's pace due to the flooding. Yet, gun control was still quite strict.

So she wouldn't resort to the real deal until absolutely necessary, and certainly not in broad daylight. Rousing the authorities was one thing, but she also had no logical way to explain it to Angela and the others.

Staring at the firmly shut door of apartment 1801, Angela pulled Stella inside, curiosity piqued. "How does he have a gun?"

"He used to be a SWAT officer, probably has his connections."

"Damn, not only can he fight, but he's a crack shot too."

Things should settle down now; Drew and his gang would probably lie low for a while.

Honestly, seeing the madman killed by Jasper was a relief for Angela and the others. He was a great yet pitiful father. Wounded as he was, there was no way he could survive, and falling into the hands of those people, he probably wouldn't have died a whole man. A swift death was better. At least he went out with some dignity.

Having a real gun in their group made Angela and the others feel more secure, but they were still a bit worried about being investigated.

They thought they were in for a fight, but it was disrupted by a madman. It was a blessing in disguise.

They watched as the uninjured scattered like birds, while the injured, realizing the 18th floor had no intention of helping, could only mutter curses as they left. Soon, the 17th floor quieted down.

This stand-off had attracted quite a crowd, but many were just lip service, not really participating.

The residents of the 17th floor wisely kept their doors locked. After all, they were too close to the 18th floor. If there was any retaliation, they would be the first to suffer.

a way to them. When they finally opened their doors, they were met with a distressing

battlefield? The residents grumbled and planned to dump the bodies into the flood waters and clean the bloodied

with the family of the deceased, who were furious upon learning that the bodies had been discarded. An

accusations, the 17th floor residents exploded in anger,

we being blamed for not opening our doors? You knew they were criminals. Why didn't you stop them? Now you blame us for their deaths? If you wanted the bodies, why didn't you come earlier? Go retrieve them from

family of the deceased dared not argue anymore. They left, muttering under

didn't get anything but their men would also be killed by the madman? How were

and Cody brought back

slashing spree lived on the seventh floor. He was a divorced father living with his daughter. Their home had

survive. When he found out, he was furious and slapped her. Overwhelmed with shame, she

vengeful killing spree. Several were slashed to death on the spot, a few bled out, and others were severely

Drew were unconscious, with little hope of

spirits of their enemies, leaving a scene of devastation

the standoff were probably the masked robbers. Although the madman had killed a few of them, some had escaped. They would have to be careful of this gang in the future. The fight hadn't

have a grudge against Hector?" asked Stella, noticing his penchant for biting

proudly. To say he had a grudge against

her eyes growing

...

was waking up from a nap, the walkie-talkie

was Jasper.

fought today, but conflict was inevitable. The only way out was to improve

door with his paws, voluntarily exchanging places with Rosie, carrying the dog

but she wasn't completely clueless. She seemed a

"Study hard, grow fast, and you'll be able to protect