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!

Kitty nor Angela were saints; years in a post-apocalyptic world had toughened them. Rosie might have been well-protected, but this wasn't her first kill. It

were terrified of the three women who seemed to have gone berserk, and in their panic, they grabbed a terrified woman and threatened, "Don't come any

tossed it. Her injured arm threw off her aim, but the blade still struck the man. Damn, these people threw away lives 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 threw it at an oncoming attacker. The blade buried itself in his heart.

a dozen men. Few other women were left; they either panicked and ran 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, their fates would have been bleak. Choices existed, but the outcomes were always

the men's bodies and hastily bandaged Kitty. "Thanks, Kitty." If it weren't for her taking the hit, Kitty wouldn't have been injured. The cut on Kitty's arm was deep,

need for thanks," Kitty said weakly, managing a smile. "If your sister-in-law hadn't given me that anti-virus medicine back then,

owed Stella and needed to

name, Angela asked with concern, "Rosie, where's

separated by a sandstorm. I have no idea how my brother and sister-in-law are

Kitty and Angela had lost track of Cody

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

was visible. After being trapped in a sandstorm for days and

applied pressure points to stop the bleeding, knowledge passed down by Stella for life-threatening situations. To her

Angela stood guard to prevent any villains outside from swarming in. All three were weak, but they couldn't dwell on the carnage around them. They scavenged

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

the others had seen her in action, and they were impressed by how well Stella and

among themselves, with Angela leading the charge. As soon