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."

the gun, no one dared to stop them, preferring to keep a

had time to celebrate before others lunged at him,

water in

with the medicine, many people were envious. The first one to try to steal was quickly

stop it. The medicine's mine..." The man's angry voice was soon drowned

had made it out of the chaotic lobby, the hailstorm had mostly stopped. An occasional

ran out with buckets

hailstones and were bleeding from the head, but they didn't care. They were just desperate to collect as

care that the hailstones were covered with

cared about the

to plug the holes and continued to collect ice. Others had 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

were happily lining up for welfare benefits, thinking that with

a world where survival was a struggle, who had

survival was in question, you didn't have the

seemed like a merciful

the crowd behind them

police and the security patrol

"Carrying a

his hand. "Even

was right. The gun Stella had given him

officer advanced a few steps to verify that it was indeed a toy gun. He breathed a sigh of relief but still looked concerned. "This thing

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 unarmed, but they were desperate and violent. They were trying to

officer hesitated for a moment before saying, "Just don't use

We still have our