18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 164

Jasper's actions sent them tumbling aside in a panic, landing in a heap and cursing as they chased after the car, hurling rocks. Don't underestimate this local beast of a car. Even a dent wouldn't affect its function, now with the bulletproof glass.

The closer they got to Swan Hill, the fewer hikers they spotted. It was as if these survivors simply vanished mid-journey.

In the midst of this mystery, Stella noticed people climbing up the hills. That was right, carrying luggage and climbing mountains.

Nightfall impaired visibility, and some unfortunate souls slipped and tumbled down the slopes, landing heavily by the roadside, motionless for a long time.

Stella, with a sinking feeling, figured out the harsh reality and heaved a deep sigh. True to her prediction, Jasper turned off the air conditioning, rolling down the windows and letting the sweltering air rush in, instantly making the car unbearably hot.

A few minutes later, faint lights appeared in the distance. The road ahead was barricaded, just wide enough for a large vehicle to pass. There was a security booth by the side, and a sign with bold red letters hung in front.

Single person, 5 pounds of grain.

Small car, 10 pounds of grain.

Big car, 40 pounds of grain.

A metal gate blocked the road, forbidding passage without the required grain. No wonder so many were risking their lives to cross the hills. This was more than a robbery; it was murder.

Upon seeing a car approaching, five or six burly, bald men emerged from the booth. They were armed with knives, baseball bats, and riot forks. And the leader held a gun.

"Stop the car!"

Jasper complied, rolling down the window.

Stella picked up a 10-pound bag of potatoes and handed it over.

It was unclear whether it was the unpleasant smell of sweat, the sight of two weaklings, or simply their bad mood, but their eyes widened like brass bells, and with a fierce and malicious demeanor, they said, "20 pounds!" Stella frowned, "Isn't it supposed to be 10 pounds?"

The bald men, fearless and confident, waved their weapons, "The price just went up."

and hesitant,

potatoes and tossed them into a nearby truck like

not only collected from those heading to Swan Hill but also from those

men took 20

its front, and the driver shared a few words with the bald men. It was clear they were familiar with each other, and the driver was given a discount. In other words, if it were just a regular vehicle, they would

business. They easily obtained several truckloads of supplies in a

metal gate was pushed open, and

The police and army can't keep up, and

Rosie and Cooper, already woken up by the commotion, but remaining

dog moved forward, rubbing against its

their heads.

on, and the interior of

vigilant they needed to be. Stella took out her night vision binoculars and continued

out of the darkness, not avoiding the

Stella warned, Jasper also noticed. Without stopping the car

sent flying. Immediately, a dozen men armed with clubs charged from the sides of the

They chased and cursed, gasping for breath and

toll collectors up front and

a mere hour's drive, it was like

It'd be much more difficult for the average survivors. Many didn't even stand a chance to

belts. Cooper and Rosie in the back, however, were

forehead, and Stella quickly found some medicine to

Rosie was strong and even managed

gently stroked her head, soothing her, "Don't worry. We'll

was relatively smooth, with no more dangers encountered. Many survivors were descending from the hills, continuing their

an hour later, the thunderous sound of crashing waves reached them. Rosie recognized

the beach where she dug for shells and collected sea snails,

sense of melancholy surfaced. Rosie hugged Cooper tightly, turning her head to hide her