18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

The voice belonged to Drew, and he was surrounded by a few of his cronies.

Stella ignored him, but Drew continued to knock, chattering away to his buddies.

"Hey, Drew, seems like there's no movement on the 18th floor. Wonder if something happened last night?" The voice was hoarse, a clear indication of a cold. If something had happened to those on the 18th floor, it would have been a sweet relief to them. Drew muttered curses under his breath but plastered on a benevolent smile. "How could that be? Stella and her friends are young and healthy. How could anything happen to them? If anything did happen, we would have to help." "Drew, you're too kind. Didn't you see how they treated us?"

"We can't say that. We all live in the same building, and we should look out for each other."

"Huh, there seems to be some movement. They're not dead yet!" The disappointment was clear in his voice. If the people on the 18th floor had been wiped out, the countless supplies would have been theirs.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Drew." Stella's voice was icy cold. "We're not only alive, but we're also thriving."

The sudden voice caused the group to look at each other in surprise. They had been knocking for ages without a response; they hadn't expected a sudden answer.

This was awkward.

Drew was quick to react. "Stella, we were just concerned. It's good that you're alright."

"Don't worry, we'll outlive you lot."

The conversation was over. Drew was seething inside but kept up his friendly facade. "That's good. If you guys ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me."

The group left with a bitter taste in their mouths.

In a post-apocalyptic world, people like Drew were common. They would wish for others' demise, hoping to scavenge what was left. But they were nothing more than fools, and Stella and her friends didn't take them seriously.

advice and removed the cashmere sweater, but she still needed

didn't have an excuse to slack off. She had to keep going, despite

from the cold, so

room had a coal stove, but compared to Stella's stove, it was second rate. It was still quite cold. Stella

profusely. Her thermal socks were silky smooth on the inside. During a collision

mouth bumped into his face. A muffled groan escaped her lips. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Stars danced

big, and he was lying on top of

and helped her sit up. "Are you

to support her head. "I'm fine, my feet were just sweaty and

who was in Rosie's room, heard the commotion and rushed out, grabbing

Stella quickly intervened. "Cooper!"

not matter who Jasper was, but

the loyal dog. "He didn't bully

his back on Jasper, causing him to feel confused.

quickly explained, "Cooper just lacks a sense of security, and dogs are naturally protective

she got home, Cooper

the moody dog with a treat. "You're the most important to me. I'm training with Jasper to become

turned his head away in

prove her innocence. "Why don't you try them on? They're really

she threw them

At least the socks didn't smell bad.

"Cooper, you need to be a good boy. Apologize to Jasper tomorrow, okay? If he hadn't helped me, I would have hurt my head, and you wouldn't have an owner anymore. You wouldn't get any of the chicken, duck, fish, and meat that Arcadia hoards. You'd have to go back to being

apologize was also a

buck to Jasper. This was a trade-off. A qualified trainer not only had to train a dog physically but

Stella went out to the balcony to check the temperature, it was -21 degrees. The harsh weather made her wonder how many people would be sleepless tonight, or

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