18 Floors Above the Apocalypse
Chapter 80
Chapter 80
In no time, folks with ill intentions started to stir, but no one dared to make a move.
Rosie's rare outing had her over the moon. With her older brother on her left and Stella on her right, she was oblivious to the bone-chilling cold, hopping around with sheer joy.
Most of the residents had come for their rations in the morning. By the time Stella and Jasper arrived, the queue had shortened. They waited for less than twenty minutes before it was their turn. They had to fill in their ID information and address, and upon verification, they received their rations in their own bags. Stella had brought a flour sack, as a pound of ration didn't weigh much.
Cooper saw that both his instructor and Rosie had rations, and was perplexed and distressed. He had queued up too, so why was he left out?
Stella couldn't help but laugh. "You're a dog. There's no ration for you."
Cooper was outraged and glared at the volunteers. He thought, "I may be a dog, but that doesn't mean you get to ignore me!"
The volunteers were instantly smitten by this handsome dog, not expecting to see such a well-groomed pet in these conditions.
Not just the volunteers, even the police officers maintaining order at the scene couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Cooper. They had a dog in their team once, but unfortunately, it was no more. Perhaps that was the charm of dogs, their ability to draw people in. After collecting the rations, they each carried one pound and headed back.
Cooper saw Rosie carrying her ration in her hand and insisted on carrying his own bag of rations too. Stella had to hand him a bag of rations to stop him sulking.
With a bag of rations in his mouth, Cooper finally cheered up and strutted next to Rosie. "Woof!"
Suddenly, two children playing on the icy ground rushed towards Rosie, snatched the ration bag from her hand, and ran off. Rosie was pushed down, falling hard on the icy ground.
Cooper acted quickly and pounced on the child who had taken the ration bag, knocking him down and causing the ration bag to drop.
Rosie didn't cry. She got up and rushed over to the child who had taken her bag and started throwing punches.
stealing
two punches, she aimed for his face, causing the child to
pant leg with his teeth.
advice, Rosie was furious and didn't
wonder he had brought Rosie along;
the woman didn't notice his gaze and continued her tirade, even attempting to pull Rosie away, only to
you, even your dog is bullying people! Everyone, come judge
stepped forward and kicked the
a fit but found a sharp knife at her throat. "Seems like you don't act like an adult and
many parents took advantage of this loophole to let their children engage in such dirty acts. Even if they were caught on the spot, they could argue that the children didn't know any better and asked the adults not to take it to heart. If the children
how she knew this. She had encountered it before, and more
too vicious.
"Your daughter and dog have beaten my sons so badly. If you don't give an explanation today, I'm gonna
woman's heart but stabbed her from the side of her waist and gave it a
that her face turned pale,
don't discipline your children well, I
woman was trembling, unable to utter a word, and
ground and looked at Jasper with both anxiety and expectation. "Jasper, I
"Hmm, you reacted quite
the mother and
followed behind Rosie and Cooper. Jasper
Bamboo
to make three more crossbows, and bamboo arrows are consumables. We need to prepare some
a great idea, so Stella had no objections.
suddenly broke free from the leash, almost tripping Rosie. Cooper remembered the instructions of his owner - be sneaky! He
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