18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 212

Stella fetched some medicine, mixed it with water, and fed it to Rosie.

She was not the best at comforting people, "Rosie is so strong. She won't leave you."

Jasper didn't respond. He quietly sat beside his sister, gently stroking her cheek, "It's all my fault. I failed to protect you."

Stella sighed inwardly. He had done his best. Who could have predicted a sudden hailstorm thousands of feet in the sky, with hailstones as big as fists? In their previous life, there had been no hailstorm.

He was human, not a god. There was no need to blame himself so much.

In an apocalyptic world, no one could truly protect others.

"Rosie, please wake up. You're the only family I have left."

Sensing Jasper's sorrow, Stella gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "You have me too. We'll be okay."

Jasper gripped her hand tightly, "Stella, thank you for being with me."

Perhaps it was Rosie's tragic death in his previous life that had shattered his usually calm demeanor. Stella could feel his helplessness and despair, but apart from being there for him, there was nothing she could do.

She checked on Rosie every half an hour, and Jasper stayed by her side without leaving.

At noon, Stella brought him some soup, but he had no appetite.

The brain was too complicated for Stella to treat. All she could do was observe from the outside, and the situation seemed relatively stable.

Around three or four in the afternoon, Rosie groggily opened her eyes, "Jasper?"

Jasper was overjoyed, "Stella, Rosie woke up."

Stella hurried over, "Rosie, how are you feeling?"

Rosie opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the people before her, even reaching out to touch, "Jasper?"

Then, she started to dry heave, the world spinning around her.

Rosie seemed a little slow, her vision blurry, looking tired and sleepy. But after some simple questioning, Rosie was still conscious. It

of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up

it

medicine,

finally relaxed a bit, "Shall we

noticed by others. Stella led him and Rosie away

Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that they had collected

drove carefully, while Stella sat in

Eden was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there too, he came out of

now, just needs rest." Stella rolled down

serious. We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee

site. The food and water were locked in a storeroom with three iron doors. The distribution window didn't hold a large amount of supplies and was replenished every half hour. The amount of supplies that were actually stolen was minimal. Once the situation stabilized, supplies would be distributed as

at Eastwood Eden, after the hailstorm had stopped, Mark

had collected a considerable amount of hailstones. Christian brought out a full bucket of

leave it for now. We'll come to pick

as soon as they opened the door, the dog

"Don't

conditioner

bed, questioning what had happened

on, you're responsible for taking care

immediately dragged his bed from the living room into Rosie's room, staying by

still being monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed some food to fill his stomach, "Stella, how's your

the bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt

had been sleeping in the same bed, so Stella saw no reason to be coy. She lifted

should be

other unknown disasters were

was late in the night, and the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep

check on Rosie. The little girl was sleeping

not be severe. He could finally

vision was less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a

asked, "What

memory was very blurry. She couldn't think.