18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 211

Rosie was chewing on a piece of dried orange peel, "I miss Mom and Dad, but I don't want to leave you guys."

Jasper held her close, "Be a good girl, listen to Stella, and stay awake."

The pounding on the outside door grew louder. The faces of the men barricading the storage room were twisted with rage, as if they were dealing with vile criminals.

Despite Jasper's attempts to block the door, it was still being kicked with a loud bang. The last thing a concussion patient needed was to be jostled. The door wouldn't hold much longer at this rate.

Stella lifted Rosie off the ground and peered through the small window opposite the door. The ground outside was littered with dense hailstones, and the hailstorm was starting to let up.

Hailstorms usually lasted for 2 to 10 minutes, rarely more than 30 minutes. It had been about 20 minutes since the storm began and it looked like it would stop soon.

The commotion outside the door grew fiercer. Stella, without hesitating, filled a bag with empty medicine bottles and handed out masks to everyone. She held Rosie close, protecting her head with her hands.

Just as several angry men were about to kick the door again, it swung open suddenly, nearly causing them to fall. They looked up to meet a pair of cold eyes and the barrel of a gun.

Jasper pressed the gun against one of the men's heads, his voice seething with suppressed rage, "Kick it again. I dare you."

The man, who was not hurt at all, was startled by Jasper's fierce gaze. He stuttered, "I... I'm injured. I just wanted some medicine. I didn't mean any harm."

Jasper took a step forward, causing the man to step back, "Don't... don't do anything rash. There are police officers here."

The crowd began to shout, "We're all injured! Give us some medicine!"

"The medicine's here, but there's not much left," Stella said, holding up the bag. She handed it to the man who'd been leading the kicking. "Here. If you want it, ask him."

she quickly left with Rosie. With Jasper holding the gun, no one dared to stop them,

had time to celebrate before others lunged at him,

valuable than food or water in these times, often making the difference between

one to try to

The medicine's mine..." The man's angry voice was soon drowned out by

hailstorm had mostly stopped.

desperate for water, ran out with buckets to collect the

against time, ignoring the danger. Some had been injured by the hailstones and were bleeding from the head, but they didn't care. They

hailstones were covered with dirt. They just

a world where drinking water was scarce, who cared about the dirt? All they cared about

lost their buckets in the chaos and had resorted to stealing from others, resulting in fights. Several people lay dead on the community center playground. It was unclear whether they had been killed by the hailstones

thinking that with food and water, they could continue to survive. The next moment, disaster struck, and they

in a world where survival was a struggle, who had the time to

survive. When your own survival was in question, you

death seemed like a merciful

He has a gun!" someone in the crowd behind

about to leave when the police and the security patrol

surrounded Jasper, Stella, and Rosie. "Carrying a

gun in his hand. "Even

gun Stella had given him was a

police officer advanced a few steps to verify that it was indeed a toy gun. He breathed a sigh of relief but

Stella countered. "It's made of plastic, but it's helped us fend off nine robberies. We've barely made it out alive each time. And just now, if we didn't have it, I doubt we would have made it out of there at all. Those people were

saying, "Just don't

worry. We still have our humanity," Stella