18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 93

Stella had no patience for nonsense. "If our mere presence is such a curse, then do us a favor and get lost."

"Why should we move?" Korey's wife glared at her viciously. "Because of you, my son was kidnapped and my husband was hurt. This isn't over!" Stella was speechless. "What do you want?"

Korey held back his wife. His eyes were filled with pain as he looked at Stella and her group. "I'm sorry. I know I messed up. I shouldn't target you guys. But I was desperate. My son is only eight. If I don't do as they said, they will kill him. I know I brought this on myself, but my mistakes shouldn't affect my son. Can you help me save him?"

Stella was speechless. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask that.

If he stood with them, like the Moore family, and told them about the kidnappers' true intentions, she might offer to help him by providing the latest news about the gang. But he had chosen to hide, putting them in danger time and time again. And now he wanted them to risk their lives to save his son?

"You're dreaming," Stella snapped.

She ignored him and walked straight to room 1702, kicking at the door. "If you have any guts, stay in there and never come out."

Angela added a kick. "Listen up, if you don't come out now, I'll break down this door!"

But, the door of 1702 remained shut.

"Fine, be that way," Stella scoffed. "See if we ever come here again."

After that, she walked away, heading back upstairs. Angela and the others followed suit. No one wanted to be the sacrificial lamb anymore. They'd let the 17th floor deal with their mess.

Korey's wife wanted to confront Stella, but her husband held her back.

"Listen, I can't hold on much longer, Jane," he admitted.

you won't die," she sobbed, holding him

after I'm gone. The gang won't let go of them and the 18th floor won't compromise. You need to survive, for me and for Jacky." "I can't

You need to leave now,

grabbed a knife before heading downstairs. "I'll fight them, but you,

his wife watched as he walked away, calling

strength, he made it to the seventh floor, but not much further.

Stella returned home, her dog, Cooper, came bounding up to her, whimpering and pawing at

him, crouching down to scratch behind

accidentally punched her on the shoulder. Stella winced and the others watched in shock. They hadn't expected the dog to be so fierce, especially since he seemed to respect Stella. They thought it was best not to interfere, so they pretended they hadn't seen

letting out continuous sobs. He felt rejected, not being

You would die if you were hit." Stella continued to comfort him, "Next

'Was she really

Stella confirmed, linking her finger with his paw in a

In truth, only Cooper had the courage

have the guts. The lingering trauma from Stella's beatings in their childhood still hadn't

rushed over, her pout clearly expressing her resentment and teardrop circling her eyes restlessly. He gently stroked his sister's head, "Don't cry. I'm

"I can do it too." Why was it that every time there's danger, he either tied her to

found, wondering how they should be divided. Holding one of these would definitely boost their confidence. Stella was pleased to see this. Finally, everyone on the

clever, knew the importance of these weapons. Without hesitation, he picked one up and placed

took the second weapon from him, placing both

"How about

agreed, hoping that Stella and Jasper would agree too. This would

glanced at Stella before speaking. "I don't

this crude weapon