18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 357

Rosie had been studying under Stella for a few years and had picked up some medical know-how. She figured her sudden blindness was due to nerve damage. The relentless sandstorm howled, filling her ears and nose with grit. Pebbles, whipped up by the storm, pelted her body, each impact making her gasp in pain. She couldn't even open her mouth to scream. All she could do was crawl, groping blindly across the ground.

No matter how desperately she felt around, she couldn't find her brother or their vehicle. Everything had vanished in the chaos of the storm.

Uncertain of her location, her immediate priority was to find shelter from the unrelenting sandstorm.

With her sight stolen, Rosie relied solely on touch as she inched her way through the storm, unable to stand for fear of being swept away or struck down by flying debris.

By a stroke of luck, after hours of crawling, she found herself at the base of a hill.

The hill faced the brunt of the wind, so Rosie cautiously made her way around to its sheltered side for some respite.

Along her path, she stumbled upon several people, though she couldn't tell if they were dead or alive. They didn't move, either way.

Luckily, the first aid kit she carried was still strapped to her, not lost to the storm.

After spitting out the sand from her mouth, Rosie unscrewed the cap of a water bottle, sipping just enough to moisten her parched throat. She tore open a packet of emergency rations - a compact, high-calorie bar that tasted worse than stale bread - but she consumed every crumb without wasting any.

She rationed her water and food meticulously, just like her brother had instructed.

The first aid kit contained medicine, and even though she couldn't see, she identified each pill by its shape and packaging. Stella had made her memorize what to take and how much, depending on the injury.

After taking her medicine, Rosie clutched a small knife and rested. The roar of the storm was the only sound in her ears.

As time passed, the air grew colder. It must have been nightfall, she thought, as she wrapped herself in a blanket from the first aid kit.

The pain persisted, and fever seemed to be setting in. Her lips were cracked, her throat burned as if on fire.

She had no idea when the storm would end, and her blindness - caused by nerve compression - wasn't something that would be fixed in a day or two. She dared not drink too much water, just enough to stave off the thirst.

her body

her brother, Stella, and Cooper's. But when she opened her eyes, she saw nothing

she continued

taunted her for being an orphan and eating for free. Crying, she had pushed him, and her uncle had locked her in a storage room without food or water for

thought she had overcome, but the memories

storm cease? She longed for her brother,

passed, then two, then

three bottles of water. With fever raging for days,

two ration bars left, but her throat was so scorched that swallowing was

blur for Rosie. Her vision faintly began to return, but hunger and thirst clouded her consciousness, and the storm showed no signs of

to the days when her

faded, Rosie curled up even tighter, murmuring, "Brother...

she found

had told her stories. She must

well what happened to girls who were captured: first they were

and the days in the storm without proper treatment had left her eyes

she realized her first aid kit was gone, along with her gun and knife. However,

of her circumstances, Rosie dared

time, several women were thrown into the

vulgar words, and many bore scars from acid rain, their faces a grim reflection of the

were tossed in, but the men seemed to have other matters to attend to and locked the door

but she was certain Stella wasn't among them. She closed her eyes to

cave was silent, save for the occasional cries and panicked whispers

up, surveying the surroundings

beside her who was still unconscious. Hours passed, and a few men entered, appraising the women they had captured over the past two days. Their eyes gleamed with

with a hint of

found the day before, so young and innocent-looking; she was surely