18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 356

The leader of the pack was feeling pretty smug, thinking he'd slash the tires for an easy win. But as he got closer, he realized this car was something else sturdy, tough, and looking almost brand new. No way this baby had been through multiple natural disasters. "Must be some rich guy's ride," he thought. "No way it stays this pristine otherwise."

The windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside. Circling the car, he found a tiny crack in one of the windows, just enough to peek through. Pressing his eye to the gap, he caught sight of a woman inside, alone. His blood started pumping faster. He couldn't make out her face, but from what he could see, she was living the good life.

Stella sensed something was off. Squinting through the privacy glass, she observed the figures outside. No rush. She noted the five men were armed with crude weapons only: a blood-stained baseball bat with nails, a sharpened steel pipe, a hefty iron rod, and a butcher's knife. No guns.

Braving the sandstorm for a heist meant they were likely local thugs, preying on refugees and survivors.

Three of them had faces pockmarked with scars, probably from acid rain, making them look even more menacing.

Seeing she wasn't armed with a gun, they visibly relaxed. One of them, showing off his rotten teeth, kicked the door and leered, "Morning, beautiful. Time to rise and shine."

Stella, confident they had no guns, slowly rolled down her window, feigning fear. "What do you want? My husband went out to scavenge for food, he'll be back any minute now."

"Husband? In this storm? He's probably a goner," one of them chuckled, eyeing her fair and delicate face. Their words grew more lewd, "But don't worry, we can take care of you from now on."

A bloodied knife tapped against the glass, "Open up, darling, let's have a little chat inside!"

Their jeering grew louder as Stella, still playing dumb, shook her head fearfully. "My husband will be back soon, he's a tough guy. You better leave while you can."

"Tough guy?" they laughed uproariously. "Where's this tough guy? Don't worry, he's nothing compared to us."

Despite their taunts, Stella refused to open the door. Seeing her frightened, deer-in-headlights look only emboldened them further, itching to drag her out and have their way.

One, unable to contain his menacing gaze, threatened, "Don't push your luck, lady. Either let us in, or come out yourself, or we'll finish you off."

Left with no choice, Stella timidly opened the door and stepped out.

stuffy; her coat hung open,

seen curves like that in years," they murmured among

moved to a more sheltered spot, the men closed in

to their criminal pasts, hands stained with countless victims' blood. One of the men, too

motion, drew

were swift,

down the ones in front, then spun to target those behind

them, shot but not

it a waste of bullets. Instead, she pulled out her samurai sword

his chest, crawled backward, his face ashen, begging, "Mercy, miss,

a woman who's

storm, Stella donned her wind

watching her approach with terror in his

her

pleaded, "Don't come

smiled, waving her bloodied samurai sword, "You seemed

Arcadia," he blurted out

it? All these years, living worse than a

he'd be

to give you a quick end, but it seems

sword straight into his heart, several more times

those who sought death, Stella had

wide open in

The storm was dying down, and the

if it wasn't Jasper who found her, but a pack

not be underestimated; desperate for water and food amidst the storm, the meekest lamb could turn into a demon. But without a marker, how could