18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 353

Alice and Tom weren't rushing to head out. They waited for about an hour, understanding that leaving too soon to gather supplies might mean running into familiar faces.

Alice gazed out the car window, a hint of sadness in her voice, "I want to say goodbye to Dylan."

Tom nodded, "Go ahead."

In their neighborhood, there were plenty of kids, but Alice was always selective with her friends. Over the years, she had grown particularly close to Dylan.

But sometimes, being close wasn't the best thing, especially in a world torn apart by disasters. Emotional ties could lead to heartache or even gut-wrenching pain when faced with separation or death. Alice handed Dylan a drawing, "Dylan, I'm leaving. This is for you."

Dylan looked stunned, handing her a rag doll in return, "Alice, when I grow up, I'll find you."

Alice paused, then smiled warmly, "I'd like that."

In no time, they were no longer kids. Alice was as tall as her Aunt Stella, and Dylan was nearly as tall as his dad.

In a peaceful world, they might still be considered youngsters, but in this harsh new reality, they were seen as adults.

Dylan knew there was a gap between him and Alice. He wasn't ready to join the Kindle Society yet, but he believed he would be one day.

As he turned to leave, he grabbed her hand, panic and resignation in his voice, "Alice, will you wait for me?"

Alice knew the Kindle Society might not be the best choice for her brother and sister-in-law, and the future was uncertain.

But looking into Dylan's hopeful eyes, she couldn't bring herself to be brutally honest, "Sure."

Striving for the Kindle Society was a good goal and wouldn't hurt him.

Dylan stood at the door, watching her walk away.

Austin put his arm around his son's shoulders, "Come on, stop looking. When you're strong enough, you'll catch up to her."

Dylan stared in the direction Alice had disappeared, silently vowing to himself.

they left the neighborhood, the chaos was overwhelming: people crying, screaming, looting, the situation was utterly out of

no

trying to make it to Goldbridge, hundreds of miles away. Just the thought was

rooftop corroded by acid rain, her foot

her back, as she screamed hysterically, "Leave me

you die, what about me,

chest, "All

tears, "I promised your parents I'd take care of you all

want to go on, please

groups, no one spared a moment to

still wanted to live; it was human instinct, even if

miles; they'd go as

in groups, from the same village or the same building, sticking together in hope of surviving the disasters. While the lower-class survivors relied on their feet, officials

crowd, cars could hardly move fast,

they were quick to violence. Blocking the way was the least of the problems; others threw stones at car windows. In more extreme cases, people climbed onto the

open the doors, they would stomp on

step out, and another group would rush to

on, it's just another bad

trying to maintain order, it was futile; people had lost the will to live, preferring a swift

so they purposely kept their distance from the evacuation points and took back roads

their armored vehicle, they were careful not to let their guard

escape; criminals were too, robbing as they fled, and you never knew when a grenade

took turns

their dog Cooper remained on high

dirt roads were rough, and many survivors had formed impromptu caravans,

occurred along the way, a stark reflection of

on the weak was never as profitable as targeting the wealthy; their Hummer

was like a juicy steak,

steel helmet secured. Lowering the window, she

and he

whether to continue or

a grenade at them, her smile cold