18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 355

The dust storm was still raging outside, but it had calmed down a bit at least the Humvee wasn't getting tossed around anymore. The wind was still fierce, though, pelting the vehicle's windows with relentless thuds of sand and gravel. Everywhere Stella looked, all she could see was an endless sea of yellow sand, battering everything in its path like it wanted to crush the world beneath it. Even pressing her face against the glass or using her night-vision goggles, she couldn't see anything but the swirling maelstrom outside.

"Bang!"

Something heavy hit the windshield, and from the shape of it, it looked like a person caught in the storm. But before Stella could get a good look, the figure was swept away again.

A smear of blood was left on the glass, quickly covered by the relentless sand. The bulletproof window was tough, but even it couldn't withstand the constant barrage of sand and debris forever. Scratches were beginning to show, and if she waited much longer, it would shatter.

Frustrated and anxious, Stella retreated back to Arcadia.

After a couple of hours, she ventured out again, her heart heavy with hope that was quickly extinguished by the unforgiving sand. It felt like her hope had been plunged into an icy abyss.

The wind had died down a bit, so Stella decided to wait it out in the Humvee. She couldn't see outside, but what if Jasper managed to find his way to her? What if he saw the Humvee was gone and went searching for her?

The inside of the vehicle was dim and shadowy, wrapped in a sandy cloak. Stella turned on the headlights and high beams, hoping they would guide him. After all, in a storm like this, she was probably the only one with lights on.

But after waiting for hours, Jasper still hadn't shown up, and the sand had buried half the tires. Waiting any longer would make it impossible to open the doors, yet the storm showed no signs of stopping.

lonely lighthouse in a storm. Night fell, and the world outside was

was burning with fever. Listening to the relentless howl of the wind, her consciousness began to fade, and she had no choice but to retreat to Arcadia once more. Descending from the vehicle, her legs buckled, nearly sending her crashing to the ground.

parched and burning, and she felt as if she had been trapped in a nightmare. In the dream, she had lost Jasper in the dust storm, unable to hold onto him as he was swept away. Cooper was gone. Rosie, too. No

she could fully comprehend that this wasn't just a bad dream. Struggling to sit up, she managed to eat a couple of bowls of porridge and continued with

whole days. Two days and nights; the dust storm must have passed. Feeling weak, she forced herself to eat high-protein, high-calorie food and decided to go out once more. If the storm had

coat, she didn't forget to apply the privacy film to her helmet to avoid recognition, and with two loaded pistols, she stepped out of Arcadia. The sand was soft under her feet, the wind still strong but manageable. She braced herself, scanning the vast nothingness that was barely visible beyond a few meters. What kind of storm was

had the refuge of Arcadia, but if Jasper was injured, could he survive this? Their emergency kits were always

blankly at the ticking hologram. She set an alarm to venture out every five hours. The first day... The second day... Until the seventh day of the dust storm, when it finally seemed to calm. Visibility improved to about five meters, the wind easing, though

on her forehead was healing well, her wrists still ached from the bruising but were no longer swollen. The streets were buried, cars either blown away or buried beneath the sand. Her

the wind and sand less severe there. Assuring herself she was alone, she retrieved the Humvee and sat inside, waiting. Afraid to miss anything, she didn't return to Arcadia but held her vigil in

dreamt fitfully of voices calling her, only to wake to emptiness. If she had never met Cooper, never fallen for Jasper, she could've survived on her own. But now, it felt impossible. Feeling ill again, Stella

there's a car over

group with a look, pulling

being devoured, cars were either buried or clogged with sand. How did this one make it to the base of the mountain and rest atop the sand? Judging by how much the wheels were buried, it hadn't been there for more than a day. Only someone really capable could manage this.

his early twenties whispered, "Boss, something

boss, puzzled, responded,

the