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.

research institute. Mild symptoms were bad enough. Critical ones were unimaginable, and the virus was prone to mutation. There was no room for complacency. She turned on the air purifier, showered from

everyone needed a thorough

of food: chicken soup, braised pork knuckles, and seafood. The three of them, along with Cooper, indulged in the feast.

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

bear to see him like this and untied the ropes binding his limbs, serving him

frame curled up in a corner of the yard, his watery eyes full of helplessness, pity, vulnerability, and cautious hope

"Bark!"

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

she massaged her forehead and discussed with Jasper,

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

aware that the less fortunate wouldn't get the medicine

only had fifty doses, and Buddy had already claimed

outbreak I experienced. Many people only have a few

catastrophe. She picked up the radio and started contacting people, not prioritizing by

long wait, a voice finally came through-racked with coughs, hoarse, and

nearby, asked anxiously, "Uncle Austin, is Dylan doing

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

voice was cut off by

son were still breathing, Austin in particular sounding terrible. But

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 made the air thick and still,

protective gear or wrapping themselves in sheets or clothes-to remove the bodies from their homes and burn

knew the exact death toll, but they cleared the

brutal assault on the senses, leaving many unable to eat for days. But they had to press on, to avoid unbearable conditions and prevent the spread of disease or the