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.

critical condition at the research institute. Mild symptoms were bad enough. Critical ones were unimaginable, and the virus was prone to mutation. There was

everyone needed a thorough

flicked on the lights and laid out a comforting spread of food: chicken soup, braised pork knuckles, and seafood. The three of them, along with

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

ropes binding his limbs, serving him a bowl of

in a corner of the yard, his watery eyes full of

"Bark!"

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

her forehead and discussed with Jasper,

The haze virus had swept down from the northern islands, spreading in all directions. Everyone had their selfish moments; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken medicine from

but was acutely aware that the less fortunate wouldn't get the medicine soon. Many wouldn't get it at

only had fifty doses, and Buddy had already

Many people only have a few days from onset to death. Even if you want to give them the medicine, some might not

heavy with the reality of this unpredictable and cruel catastrophe. She picked up the radio and started contacting

wait, a voice finally came through-racked with coughs, hoarse, and feeble, "Stella,

standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Uncle Austin,

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

by a severe, weakened cough,

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

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, carrying the smell of decay that

donning protective gear or wrapping themselves in sheets or clothes-to

they cleared the bodies every couple of days,

unable to eat for days. But they had to press on, to avoid