18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 359

Seven women barged into the room, three of them ready for a fight, clashing fiercely with the men inside. Rosie, quick on her feet, pocketed her razor-sharp blade and, with a flick of her wrist, sent a peanut flying at the sound of reinforcements rushing in with axes.

Her brother had taught her well-always aim for the head. Chaos erupted, with screams of women and a constant stream of men trying to help. Rosie, burning with fever and barely holding on, plunged her knife into one of the attackers, pushing him back into a corner. She was so weak she barely managed to finish him off, and didn't notice another blade swinging towards her from behind.

"Rosie, watch out!"

Someone shoved her aside just in time. Rosie slammed into the wall and saw it was Kitty who had saved her. Kitty instinctively raised her arm to block the attack, and blood spurted out. The attacker was relentless, cursing as he swung his knife down again. Rosie raised her gun and aimed for his forehead.

Bang. Another one down.

Panicked, she blurted out, "Kitty, you okay?"

Kitty, pale as a ghost, gritted her teeth. "Not dead yet. Let's finish these bastards first." She then knocked down another man, pinned his neck under her foot, and despite the blood gushing from her arm, hammered him with her fists.

Angela lifted a chair and smashed it over another man's head, sending him straight to the afterlife. As more enemies stormed in, the three women fought with everything they had-stabbing with daggers, hacking with knives, and firing whenever they could. Thanks to her brother's rigorous training, every time Rosie pulled the trigger, it was a guaranteed hit.

They had guns. The women had guns!

post-apocalyptic world had toughened them. Rosie might have been well-protected,

women who seemed to have gone berserk, and in their panic, they grabbed a terrified woman

like they were nothing. Well, Kitty wasn't about to let anyone dictate her fate. There were still enemies outside and bullets were running low. Rosie took the knife Angela handed her and

to their deaths or hid and were killed by the men. Such was life in the apocalypse-cheap as dirt. Even without today's events,

and hastily bandaged Kitty. "Thanks, Kitty." If it weren't for her taking the hit, Kitty wouldn't have been injured.

weakly, managing a smile. "If your

owed Stella and needed to repay

Stella's name, Angela asked

sandstorm. I have

sudden sandstorm had caught all survivors off-guard, and Kitty and Angela had lost track of Cody and Lukas in the

reunite. But now was not the time for sorrow; there were still enemies to

After being trapped in a sandstorm for days and already weak, she wouldn't last long if the bleeding couldn't

passed down by Stella for life-threatening situations. To her relief, it worked, and the bleeding

were weak, but they couldn't dwell on the carnage around them. They scavenged for food left on tables to fill their stomachs. Only with full bellies could they

had just over thirty people, and more than half had died in that room, all high in the hierarchy. The remaining lackeys, leaderless and wary of the gun in

time in many years that the others had seen her in action, and they were

a quick meal, the trio set to work, dividing the tasks among themselves, with Angela leading the charge. As soon as they stepped outside the room, attackers with knives lunged at