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.

them. When they finally opened their doors, they were met with a distressing scene. The

the 17th floor always the battlefield? The residents grumbled and planned

met with the family of the deceased, who were furious upon learning that

the accusations, the 17th floor residents exploded in

people, so why are 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

in anger, the family of the deceased dared not argue anymore.

didn't get anything but their men would also be killed

Lukas and Cody brought back some

on a slashing spree lived on the seventh floor. He was a divorced father living

selling her body to survive. When he found out, he was furious and

her and went on a vengeful killing spree. Several were slashed to death on the spot, a few bled out, and others were severely injured. Many were trampled in

were unconscious, with little hope

setback had greatly dampened the spirits of their enemies, leaving a scene of devastation

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 happened, leaving Cooper, the bulldog, feeling out of

you have a grudge against Hector?" asked Stella,

say he had a grudge against Hector was an understatement. It

hugged Cooper, her

...

from a nap, the walkie-talkie rang. "Stella, are you giving Rosie her

Jasper.

hadn't fought today, but conflict was inevitable. The only way out

sound of knocking on the door was heard, and Cooper ran to open the door with

she wasn't completely clueless. She seemed a bit down. "Stella, when can I grow up and protect you and

and you'll be able