18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 178

Although Stella was not happy about it. She and Jasper almost had to go out by car every day, and she knew that unwanted trouble or deliberate refugee presence would be a losing game.

This was no joke. Just two weeks ago, a family in the neighborhood was robbed. The thief had come and gone like it was his own home, with no sign of forced entry. The family woke up the next afternoon to find all their belongings gone. They were flabbergasted. Everyone knew it was an inside job, but without a local police station to report the crime, their complaints fell on deaf ears.

Luckily, Stella was vigilant. Not only had she installed an electric fence around her property, but she had also politely declined the security guards' offers to help with moving goods and other services.

In these dire times, trust was a luxury they couldn't afford.

Moreover, during a previous conversation, Rob had mentioned that his family had perished in the harsh winter. So, where did this supposed parents come from?

He may have kids. Rob was rumored to have not only seduced local widows but also courted young women with gifts of salt and other goods. His targets always varied.

No matter how desperately Rob pleaded, Stella remained unmoved.

There were only three spots left in the escape pod, but a horde of desperate people were clamoring outside for them. Who should she let in? Who should she deny?

If she opened the door, she would not only lose the three spots in the escape pod but might also lose her own spot and pay the price with her life.

So, regardless of their pleas, tears, or the exorbitant offers they made, Stella remained steadfast.

Five thousand pounds of food was a tempting offer, but you needed to be alive to enjoy it. And why should she help someone who had abandoned his own family in the face of disaster? As the escape pod door remained closed, the crowd's pleas turned into anger.

while we're out here?"

Someone swung a baseball bat at the pod's door, shouting, "If we

bat swung high,

them

voice, offering her a piece of toffee. "Don't be scared." Unfazed by the hatred and violence outside, Stella knew the escape pod's glass was made of aerospace material. It wouldn't break, not even if they used a sledgehammer. The glass was triple-layered. Even if they managed to break through the first layer, there would be two more to get through, which would take at least a

crowd grew more frantic, planning to push the escape

rich, who were usually on their

escape pod. Designed for earthquakes or tsunamis, the pod was made of

showed signs of movement, but the second wave

escape pod rolled backward, crushing several people who were unable to escape

before

like bubbles, vanished without a trace. Even the escape

had brought out the escape pod as a precaution, not expecting the tsunami to be so severe, effectively blocking her way out. In the blink of an eye, Stella had

no tsunami or waves, just a serene

dashed out of the pod, stunned by the sight that greeted him.

sleeping

taken aback. "What happened with

bit of a sedative. She'll wake up

will she sleep?" Stella asked,

laid Rosie on

hours? That was quite