18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 332

Stella barely dodged in time, a spray of crimson narrowly missing her shoes. When she saw what was causing the commotion, she couldn't help but be flabbergasted.

This creature was at it again, making a scene. Last time it was covered in cuts and bruises; this time, it decided to greet her with a mouthful of blood.

Cooper was ready to pounce, his body tensed for an attack, before realizing the commotion was just his own mutt causing trouble. He stepped back with a look of disdain, a low growl rumbling from his throat as he scolded the dog for its shameless behavior. His growl softened into a worried whine, showing his concern despite the scolding.

The two dogs communicated in their own canine way.

Buddy sprawled on the ground, coughing weakly and wagging its tail at Stella, exposing its soft underbelly. In just over a month, the once majestic and imposing beast had become emaciated, hardly drawing breath.

Stella, speechless, sprayed the blood with disinfectant before cleaning the dog thoroughly and dragging it into the backyard.

It had been over a month since she was home. Jasper and Rosie had taken care of the interior, while Stella found some rope to secure Buddy's limbs. He was nearly the size of a grown man, and a single dose seemed about right.

While she was at it, Stella checked on Smoky and Snowy. The haze virus was rampant, and she had feared she'd return to find them gone. To her surprise, they were huddled together, pecking at dry grass.

It seemed the haze virus was less severe on poultry, or Cooper wouldn't have recovered so quickly.

The bunnies didn't even acknowledge Stella's presence.

Cooper stayed by Buddy's side, worried about getting blood on himself, yet not wanting to stray too far and lose sight of the situation.

Stella didn't bother with Buddy any further and headed upstairs after disinfecting Cooper.

For the past month, except for a short rest while she was sick, she had been working nonstop. Even her iron constitution was wearing thin.

were unimaginable, and the virus was prone to mutation. There was no room for complacency. She

and everyone needed

soup, braised pork knuckles, and seafood. The three of

stubborn dog was still breathing. Despite being at death's door, he didn't forget to wag

to see him like this and untied the ropes binding his limbs, serving him a bowl of high-calorie dog

eating, Buddy didn't leave. His large yet gaunt frame curled up in a corner of the yard, his watery eyes full of helplessness, pity, vulnerability, and cautious hope for

"Bark!"

cheering on his ailing comrade. Buddy looked up, its eyes filled

massaged her forehead and discussed with Jasper, "How should we distribute the

spreading in all directions. Everyone had their selfish moments; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken medicine from Collin. Every second of

the less fortunate wouldn't get the medicine soon. Many

had fifty doses, and Buddy had already

has evolved since the last outbreak I experienced. Many people only have a

this unpredictable and cruel catastrophe. She picked

with coughs, hoarse, and feeble, "Stella, are you and Jasper holding up

asked anxiously, "Uncle Austin, is Dylan doing

about you. He says he's got to see you one more

cut off by

in particular sounding terrible. But he recounted the

hit hard, with the radio channel going from panic, to noise, to tears, to pleas for medicine, and then to a quiet stillness as no one spoke anymore. Every day brought new infections, new deaths. The haze

Porras family took the lead, and other homeowners joined in, donning protective gear or wrapping themselves in sheets or clothes-to remove the

they cleared the bodies every couple of days, taking turns in the

on the senses, leaving many unable to eat for days. But they