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.

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

managed to feed her half a bowl of chicken soup, and Rosie quickly fell asleep again. When she woke up again, it was midnight. Rosie was feeling much better and

sit upright, as it

giving her medicine,

a bit, "Shall we go

likely to be noticed by others. Stella led him

their Hummer at Eastwood Eden and chose an off-road vehicle that

in the back taking

was guarded even at night. Christian happened to be there

okay for now, just needs rest." Stella rolled

We also received our food and fresh water supplies. I told the committee about your special situation. They registered it and said you can collect your supplies after

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

had stopped, Mark had

of hailstones. Christian brought out

for now. We'll come to pick it

their apartment, as soon as they opened the door, the dog rushed

"Don't

air conditioner and put

bed, questioning what had

on, you're responsible for taking care of her. If

the living room into Rosie's room,

monitored, and Jasper was constantly on edge. He just grabbed

bone." Stella guessed it was a soft tissue injury. After applying some ice, it felt much better. Tomorrow, she would apply some medicinal alcohol and a

no reason to be coy. She

worry about. We should be thankful

tsunami and a hailstorm, what other unknown disasters were they going

the two of them, exhausted, took a bath, adjusted the air conditioner to sleep mode,

check on Rosie.

be severe. He could finally breathe

less blurry. She got up to use the bathroom and then sat on the couch in a daze, "Stella,

"What was it

it. She felt her memory was very blurry. She couldn't think. Thinking made her